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Teammates, In Two Senses (Diluc x Reader)

Summary: You and Diluc are online friends that often game together, but one day you find out he goes to the same university as you. Just a chill college AU!

Reader is an art major, and has a playful type of personality!

The fic features friendship group cameos: Yanfei (your flatmate), Albedo (a close friend), Kaeya (wingman #1), and Venti (wingman #2)

This was written for a close friend, who's very big brained 😌

Wordcount: 5-6k

It’s early in the evening when you’re trying to work on your assignment. As an art major, you generally find it easier to make progress in your room or the dedicated studios since you need the equipment, but the same can’t be said for a written report.

The perfectionist inside of you crumbles at the blankness in your head. With an annoyed sigh, you push your keyboard away to instead rest your head on your desk; how is it that out of four chances, you’re the one that got stuck with the most boring part of the project writeup?

…Well, it’s not particularly hard, but you’re really not in the mood to do work right now - and even if you push yourself to finish, the report won’t be that good since you’re unable to focus.

Music isn’t working, moving back into your room isn’t working… You need to blow off some steam instead, which is why you sent a quick message to your online friend to ask if he was free right now. Gaming uses a different part of the brain after all, so hopefully you’ll be back in a productive mood afterwards.

While you’re manifesting to have someone join before your brain melts from boredom, Yanfei pops her head in from the door you left open. Her brow narrows as she notices your defeated posture hunched over the desk.

She tries to cross her arms like a stern parent. “Get back to work. Didn’t you want to finish so you can relax on the weekend?”

“I do, but–” At the sound of a discord notif, your eyes light up as you switch tabs with a silent victory. “Oh, would you look at that? Someone needs my help, so I guess I’ll just finish the report later!”

“Is it that Darknight guy again?” Yanfei sighs. “Honestly, if he’s a student too, I can’t tell if I’m impressed or annoyed that you guys have time to game so often.”

“Maybe I’m just talented?” You reply cheekily, glad that there’s nothing in Yanfei’s hands that she could throw at you. She shakes her head and leaves, giving a reminder over her shoulder about what time you’re heading out; your friends are cooking at their flat, so they invited you both over for dinner. You and Yanfei planned to buy the drinks, so you’d have to leave a little early, but…

You look at the time on the corner of your laptop. Two hours should be enough.

Because of time constraints, all you’re able to do is complete a dungeon crawl and some world-bosses, but that combined with some conversation is enough for you to start feeling refreshed again. The tension is gone from your mind, and you think you should be able to get the work done tonight, so long as the dinner party doesn’t go on for too long.

Now that you think about it… Yanfei’s comment did make you curious about what Luc’s situation is like in real life. You’re not one to prod too much, but just asking if he’s working or studying shouldn’t be too big of an issue, right? You’re still using aliases after all, and everything else you know about each other isn’t enough to track down a person’s private account online.

Traveler: Hey Luc, do you work or study?

DarknightH: Is this another one of your bad jokes?

Traveler: My jokes are NOT bad 😒

Traveler: I was just wondering, since you’re able to game during the weekdays quite often and all.

He takes a while to type, and you wonder if you’ve scared him off, until:

DarknightH: I kind of have both, if you consider part time jobs.

Traveler: Hmm... You’re not a college student, right? You’d be way too busy - unless you’re a hermit?

DarknightH: Is it so hard to imagine? Maybe I finish my assignments during the day, and use the night to rest.

Traveler: Friendless…

DarknightH: Efficient.

Traveler: You’re still kind of suspicious, so i won’t believe your story for now

Traveler: Thanks for entertaining my question though, and I guess if I had to answer in return, I am a type of student. So if you ever need your senpai’s help, just let me know 👍 I can be kind once in a while.

DarknightH: There’s no way you’re older than me.

Traveler: Hehe, I guess we’ll never know? It’s already six though, so I’ll log off first, Mr Darknight Hero 💖

"...What?" Diluc sighs, looking at Kaeya from across the counter. "Do I have something on my face?"

Kaeya shrugs. His head is propped up lazily in the palm of his hand as he waits for his brother to get ready. "I'm just trying to figure out if you look like a gamer or not. Everytime I joke about your all-nighters, people think I'm crazy."

Diluc raises a brow. "I don't think there's a look you can identify."

"Of course there is! Wouldn't you wear a jacket or sweater to play for long hours?"

"Maybe you should stick to law-related debates." Diluc throws his coat on, giving Kaeya a wry smile. "Let's go. We don't want to be late - or do you want to be scolded by Amber again?"

"I do wish she'd stop with that favoritism," Kaeya sighs with the hints of a pout. "Why doesn't she ever think you're the problem?"

"Because I don't go around scheming when I'm bored."

There's a glint entering Kaeya's eyes, making Diluc raise his guard out of habit. "Nope, instead you co-op with that online friend of yours. Maybe you should call them and see if they actually live close by. They're in the same time-zone, aren't they?"

"No thanks," he rejects, "I'm not about to dox myself by doing something like that."

They get into the lift, and that's when Diluc's phone buzzes with a notification from you. You're just asking if he's used the redemption code already before it expires, and when Diluc presses the corner of his screen to search for it within your chat, his finger accidentally hits the call button.

Before he can even swear in reflex, Diluc freezes at the sight of your icon joining the call. There's a beat of silence, then another, before he gathers his wits and brings his phone to his ear.

"I–"

"Did you–"

Blank, again. Diluc isn't sure if he's more flustered about making such a dumb mistake, or if he's just stunned into silence from hearing your voice. "I pressed it by accident - sorry for bothering you. Bye."

He ends the call in the flash of a second, and Diluc clenches his fists in an impressive feat of self-control. Did Kaeya press the button? No, but he did mention calling you, which jinxed Diluc's next actions as he unconsciously did just that. Therefore his anger is justifiably directed, he thinks. He'll be sure to swap Kaeya's drink for grape juice later into the night.

Diluc closes his eyes, but he can still hear Kaeya coughing into his fist, trying to stop his shoulders from shaking. "Stop laughing."

"Pfft– you hung up so quickly! Did you even hear their voice?"

"I did," he rolls his eyes, feeling something akin to curiosity bubble in his head. You sounded a little different than he imagined, but now that he's calmed down, he thinks it fits you a lot.

The day after Luc’s voice call, Yanfei takes up the role of a detective (loosely speaking) while the both of you head to a cafe nearby campus. You try to ignore her gaze burning into the side of your head as you speak to the cashier.

“Thank you, your order will be served shortly!”

As you started to step away, Yanfei wastes no time at all to continue her inquiries. “Don’t you two ever call while gaming?”

“No,” You sigh, “Because we don’t need to. There’s a chat function for a reason.”

“Then… Since he’s already done that by accident, you can just—”

“Yes, that’s all. Thanks.” A voice from the cashier catches your attention, making you look over in surprise. It’s a student with a notable shade of scarlet hair and handsome features - probably in a different major, since you’ve never seen him before.

His voice sounds a little familiar.

…There’s no way, right? You’re probably just imagining things because of Yanfei’s questions!

Feeling your gaze on him, the stranger looks up. You’re surprised by the warmth of his eyes; there’s something quietly intelligent about them that draws your attention, but when he tilts his head slightly in question you finally realize that you’ve been staring.

“Well! Is our coffee done?” You whip your head away to face Yanfei, suddenly too embarrassed to stick around any longer. “The weather is really nice, so why don’t we take a walk?”

“Hm…?” She looks behind you, quick to catch on. Yanfei starts to smile. “Are you sure? You don’t want to stay behind and see if that guy drops his name while picking up his order?”

Maybe at other times, but he just caught me staring! At this rate, your ears are going to be on fire along with your face. “Today’s not the time for that - I’m here to spend time with my bestie!” You blink at her innocently. “You have a class later anyways, so I need to escort you there.”

“Sure, sure…” As you drag her out of the cafe, Yanfei shuts an eye in thought. “He looks pretty familiar though. I think I’ve seen him around Kaeya?”

Kaeya: a law major that Yanfei is acquainted with. You’re aware that Albedo is friends with him, but haven’t really heard much about a redhead. “Really?” You muse. “I wonder what year he’s in.”

“So you are interested!”

“You’re the one that brought him up!” You cross your arms. “Besides, it’s like a photographer with a perfect sunset. It’s part of my craft to have an eye for pretty people.”

“I can’t tell if you’re shameless or in denial.” Yanfei hums, patting your shoulder. “In that case, it’s part of my work to have great intuition… and it’s saying that you liked him enough to compare him to a sunset.”

“Wow would you look at the time? You’re going to be late!” You duck out of her reach and wave goodbye. “Remember to work hard! Don’t fall asleep.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be reciting my textbook to you at dinner.” She rolls her eyes lightheartedly.

Yanfei asks you to stay safe and departs, leaving you with an afternoon of nothing to do. Maybe you’ll browse some stores for fun, or buy something from a bakery for breakfast tomorrow..? Your gaze trails down to your phone as you discard your empty coffee cup. Out of reflex when it comes to boredom, you tap on a familiar icon.

Traveler: Hm… How lucky would it be if you turned out to be a cute guy?

For a moment, you thought Luc was offline until your phone proceeded to buzz in quick succession.

DarknightH: .

DarknightH: What.

DarknightH: Are you drunk??

DarknightH: Why are you suddenly asking that?

(Unbeknownst to you, Diluc almost choked on his coffee when he saw the message, wondering if you sent this to the wrong person.

You’ve always been the type to joke around, but after that accidental call he’s been growing more and more wary about you. Is this insecurity? Paranoia? He’s not sure, but he is aware that you’ve been acting flighty after that incident, so Diluc is staying on his guard.)

Traveler: I was at a cafe earlier and heard someone whose voice was a bit like yours.

Traveler: Haha… there’s no way you live in my area, right?

DarknightH: If it’s bothering you that much, we can just test it.

Traveler: Huh?

DarknightH: You’re not normally this indecisive, and it was partially my fault for surprising you that day.

DarknightH: So if you want to, I don’t mind clearing your doubts.

Holding your breath, you quickly weigh the pros and cons. A little test wouldn’t hurt, right?

Traveler: Okay, call me. We can give directions from there.

This way, it’ll be harder to leave behind written traces of your personal info. Of course, either of you could still note it down if you’re determined enough, but this straightforwardness settles your nerves a bit.

Your screen flashes to show an incoming call. You click, bracing yourself to hear his voice again. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Luc sounds a little breathless, but you force yourself to tune out the meaningless details. “I guess we should start with your location - what was the cafe’s name?”

“Umm…” Why is it suddenly hard to speak? “I was at a place called Good Hunter.”

A beat of silence. “The one near Teyvat University?”

No way. “–Are you a student?”

“...Yeah. If you’re the same, you should know where the closest park is, right? Meet me there in five minutes, it shouldn’t be a long walk.”

“Hey– wait a minute!” Even as you protest, your legs are carrying you towards your destination as your heart speeds up. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

“You don’t, but it’s the same for me.”

“You could just be some office guy that works nearby.” You start to fill the silence with whatever comes to mind. “Or maybe you just look super young for your age, and it turns out you’re a higher-up that can get me an internship at my dream job?”

A scoff. “You read too much manhwa.”

“If you’ve never read any, how’d you recognise that plot?” You counter, before cutting off as you realize you’ve arrived. “How should we find each other anyways? The park is pretty big.”

“We can meet at the Lionfang statue. What color is your phone?”

“It has a heart charm on it, with a red and white pattern.” You mutter, looking around. “What are you wearing?”

This time, his voice doesn’t just come from your phone. “A dark coat, but you’re more likely to notice my hair first.” You turn in surprise to see who’s behind you, mind blanking at how the pieces have fallen into place. “...That’s what my flatmate says, anyways. You’re Traveler, right?”

He’s taller up close. And, and… “I– Yes. But that’s just a nickname online, you can call me Y/N instead.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” He nods his head in greeting, and your gaze can’t help but follow the way his ponytail sways behind him. “I’m Diluc, a third year P.P.E. student. But if you still think that I’m running a scam, I guess there’s nothing more I can do to convince you otherwise.”

Well, at least his attitude is still the same.

So this is Diluc… Your shoulders relax a bit at the familiar flow of conversation.

“We went so far as to meet like this, and you’re giving up now?” You shake your head, though it’s more in disbelief that something like this happened instead of thinking he’s a liar. Since your student card is at the back of your phone case, you cover your ID image and show it to him. “I’m a fine arts student - second year. Though even if we were in different departments, isn’t it kind of weird that I’ve never seen you before?”

“I was doing an exchange abroad last year, so that might be why.” Not to mention, you wouldn’t have time to pay attention to strangers in passing. He tilts his head curiously. “Did you have anything to do today? I won’t keep you any longer if you’re late for something.”

“Not really,” you admit, but the conversation is quickly sizzling out. Figures, putting you both on the spot in such odd circumstances. You smile anyways though, genuinely happy that something good happened today. “But even though this is all ridiculous, I’m glad you didn’t turn out to be a creepy person leading me on.”

“The same could be said for you.” Diluc returns lightheartedly, crossing his arms. “Though your willingness to get to the bottom of this worries me. Do you always follow random clues in the dark?”

“Are you worrying for my safety, Mister Darknight Hero?” You try not to laugh at the way his expression immediately drops from the name. “Jokes aside, I only did all that because we’ve been talking for a year. I wouldn’t do it with anyone I find suspicious, and we’re in a public place during the afternoon.” You turn around, tucking your hair behind your ear as you look back at Diluc. “It was nice meeting you though! Maybe we can meet up again at an internet cafe or something, after our brains process this.”

Diluc’s lips quirk in a small smile, which you instinctively mirror back. He looks more handsome with that expression. “Alright, but don’t forget that we’re entering a tournament this weekend. I won’t tolerate tardiness, even if you’re my junior.”

After you get home and shower, you sit on your bed in a bit of a daze, trying to figure out if today was a fever dream or if your internet friend really turned out to be a student on your campus.

Not to mention, a really cute one. You hide your face in your hands, remembering Yanfei’s teasing. You’re not sure if you’re super lucky or cursed for things to turn out like this!

You remind yourself that this is still the same person you knew from a year ago - there’s no reason for your interactions to change, especially online.

Traveler: You’ll never believe what happened today.

Traveler: I just met someone pretty cool, and his hair was a pretty shade of red… I wonder how he gets it to look so soft?

DarknightH: I don’t really do anything to it, if that’s what you’re asking. Just invest in good products and don’t skimp on things for yourself.

Traveler: That’s the opposite of what a college student would say. Are you actually the heir of a corporation or something?

DarknightH: Go to sleep, Y/N.

Traveler: I heard that guilty people tend to avoid questions... Which means-? 🙀

DarknightH: You need me to block you until tomorrow?

Traveler: Okay okay, I’ll stop. Goodnight ✨

…But of course, saying goodnight is usually a lie when it comes to texting. You turn to your laptop and open your most recent assignment tabs, getting to work in the dead of the night.

Your body feels a little lighter now - it seems that solving the mystery really did release some of your tension. With no more distractions left, you’re glad that a feeling of normalcy is starting to return.

You met Albedo at the start of this year in the arts department during the evening. As it turns out, he likes to use the facilities to paint whenever he has the time, and you were quickly drawn into interesting conversation when you found out he was a science student. One meeting led to another, and now you’ve become pretty close after a month or two.

What you didn’t expect however, is being introduced to another one of his friend groups - by which at your first meeting, you miraculously survived an awkward encounter with one Diluc Ragnvindr.

Being too surprised to think straight, the both of you pretended to not know each other when the others waited for you to exchange pleasantries. It was kind of cute, seeing Diluc hesitate for a moment before extending a hand to you to shake.

“I’m Diluc, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Ah, yes– same here!”

However, the others are nothing if not perceptive about the bit of awkwardness between the both of you as you tried not to glance at Diluc throughout the night. You want to ask him something to keep your stories straight, not to mention that Diluc being dragged around by his friends’ whims is funny to watch.

You finally do talk to him alone when the others are arguing over where to go next. Kaeya keeps an eye on you and Diluc while he supports Venti’s suggestion of going to another bar. There's a sort of familiarity between the both of you despite some uneasiness, but what Kaeya does know for certain is that Diluc is talking a lot more than usual; so if nothing else, he’ll be supportive of his reserved brother’s social interactions - just maybe in a mildly annoying way, because he can.

“It’s rare to see Diluc so relaxed around a stranger. Are you actually a magician of some sort?”

“You make it sound like he’s a cat that’s hard to tame.” You laughed. “The secret is… to not get on his nerves?”

…As if you’ve never done that, trolling in co-op when Diluc was especially done with your teammates. Not to flatter yourself, but you’re pretty sure he found it funny after a while, as long as you weren’t messing with him specifically.

Out of the many other times you met, game night today was probably the riskiest of outings. When you all went to an arcade, it’s safe to say that the competitiveness between you and Diluc felt like an inside joke - something that Venti and Kaeya were quick to start scheming from, down to the moment they convinced everyone to excuse themselves so that the both of you would be left alone for the remainder of the day.

Venti is the last one to be with you guys, before he gets an ‘urgent’ phone call from Kaeya, who needed his help with something (honestly, they aren’t really trying to hide their intentions beyond making it seem like a convenient accident). Even Albedo played along, though you’re aware that his excuse is a real one because he spent the entirety of last night at the lab for a project.

With a quick “have fun with Diluc!”, Venti abandons you both nearby the bar you were initially going to. Truth be told, neither you nor Diluc liked to drink that much, so as soon as Venti disappeared from sight, Diluc crosses his arms with a sigh.

“They…”

“Abandoned us.” You finish, looking around the streets for something interesting. “Hmm, is there anything else to do around here? There’s still some time left before the evening, so we could go somewhere else before returning to our flats?"

“There’s an internet cafe five minutes away,” Diluc suggests, checking its location on his phone. “We could do some work there.”

“You want to go to that cafe to work?” You stare at him incredulously, to which Diluc rolls his eyes. “Let’s see what else they have on their computers, maybe we can find a new game that’s pay-to-play and try it out!”

“Knowing you, we’ll be there until midnight.”

“Knowing you, you don’t sleep that early anyways.” You quip, smiling at the way he follows along with you. Despite his words, if he was truly opposed, he would’ve just gone home already. “Let’s do it - whoever does worse will have to run through ToF with zero equipment.”

“Fine, but if you lose, don’t come crying to me about how ridiculous that challenge is.” Diluc opens the door of the cafe for you, reserving two stations under his name. He looks at you with the smallest of smirks, crossing his arms. “I’ll order some food and watch you struggle.”

You hit his shoulder in indignation. “That’s horrible?! What kind of things are you saying to a weak, defenseless junior?”

He scoffs. “Weak, defenseless? You’d sooner throw a textbook at someone’s head.”

“And now you’re calling me aggressive.” You huff, trying to hide a smile. You’re starting to feel a little competitive now. “Alright. When I win, you have to buy me dessert.”

As it turns out, because the game you ended up picking was storyline focused and singleplayer, the both of you spent the entire evening just playing through it, forgetting about your bet. You’d glance at each other’s screens when something interesting happened on your own, wanting to see how the other person reacted - all things considered, it was really fun and relaxing.

You’re on your third drink and finishing some snacks when your phone screen suddenly flashes with Albedo’s contact. Diluc raises a brow (you’re both taking a break to stretch and lounge), and when you pick up, you immediately pull your phone away at the flurry of questions thrown at you.

Albedo is evidently the calmest person, but since he put you on speaker, Venti and Kaeya’s voices overpowered him.

“Are you alright? You haven’t been replying to any of the group messages.”

“Neither has Diluc! Are you both having too much fun and ignoring us?”

“If he took you somewhere you can’t talk about, just give us the signal and we’ll break in.”

Your expression turns deadpan at Kaeya’s somber tone. “I was just busy, no I wasn’t kidnapped, and no we weren’t ignoring you on purpose.”

“It’s okay,” Venti says to you tearfully. “You can tell us if Diluc is torturing you with something unbelievably boring.”

He’s clearly joking, seeing as Diluc told you Venti games as well, but Diluc gestures for you to pass him your phone. You do, curious about the poker face the redhead is wearing.

“We’re doing assignments since you both wasted so much of our time. If it’s nothing important, stop shouting into Albedo’s phone.”

“You–”

With a click, Diluc hangs up on them and gives you back your phone. You have to cover your mouth to hide your smirk, but spot a little smile on Diluc’s face as well when he scrolls through his texts.

“That was pretty cheeky of you.” You feign nonchalance.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Diluc types out a reply, telling the others to calm down in the group chat. “But it might be best to just reply to everyone before we head back. It is getting quite late.”

You hum in agreement, only to freeze at the sight of… Many, many unread DMs.

Venti: Don’t worry, while we might be joking around a lot, you can trust Diluc. Just have fun and buy me a drink next time~ I did drop you both off at a very convenient place after all!

Venti: Wait, you’re not actually studying, right? Did you waste an entire evening??!

Albedo: Sorry for the mess, just ignore those two. As long as you’re not out drinking, it’s not like going out will affect your attendance for tomorrow’s classes.

Kaeya: Did Diluc kidnap you? I assure you that while he can be bad at making friends, he’s not normally the type to do anything illegal.

Kaeya: Ahem, what I mean to say is, even if he does something embarrassing, try not to hold it over him too much.

…They’re quite the loud bunch, aren’t they? But above your exasperation, you’re a little charmed by how much they’re worrying about the both of you. Seems like they care about Diluc a lot, to check up on something like this despite ditching you together.

Diluc sends Kaeya a wary look, drying his hair as he steps into the living room. “You have that look on your face again.”

“It’s just, don’t you think that you and Y/N got close pretty quickly?” Kaeya leans forward in his seat at the dining table, using it as a makeshift study desk. “Quite unheard of for the Diluc Ragnvindr.” Could it be that you’re in love~?

While Kaeya didn’t utter the last sentence, the words might as well be painted on his forehead. Diluc wasn’t keen about explaining the long story of how the both of you met (at least not right now, after a long day), so he simply threw his towel at Kaeya, who dodges and catches it with his right hand just as Diluc turned to return to his room.

“Denial is the first step to acceptance!” Kaeya unhelpfully teases. “But for what it’s worth, you do seem more relaxed around them. It’d be nice if you can at least be good friends.”

Is he my brother or my mom? Diluc sighs, grabbing a new towel to hang on his neck as he starts up his laptop. He didn’t expect the internet cafe to turn into something he felt invested in, but it’s true that single-player games are best shared when you’re in-person together. He can’t imagine it feeling the same if one of you simply streamed or voice-called while playing it, since you’d be too focused on the game itself to really spend time together.

Would it be worth inviting you back? Probably not so soon, since studies will keep the both of you busy, but Diluc will admit that he’s tempted to repeat this evening again.

On a pleasant winter’s day, Diluc is at a cafe when he gets reminded of you. It’s been a season since you’ve met in-person, and by now it’s hard to imagine their friend-group without you in it.

This time, his remembrance is because he saw someone sketching as they sat by the window seat, and also because he saw your instagram story earlier about a work-in-progress. From the looks of it, you were in the arts department painting for an assignment - instead of distracting you too much, Diluc sends you a text to ask if you want a drink or food, since he’s at Good Hunter right now.

His phone pings with your reply, and Diluc barely conceals a smile. All you asked for is a hot chocolate to stave off the cold, but he’s aware that you tend to complain about craving for sweets when you’re stressed out.

While he can’t read your mind to see if you’re actually that stressed, he thinks the macarons today look pretty good, so Diluc buys a box of them to-go as he finishes his order. The walk to the arts department is under ten minutes, so Diluc uses the trip to sort out his thoughts.

The first time he visited this part of campus, it was because they were here to view Albedo’s showcase. Now, he’s coming over just to visit you since he’s completed his last projects for the term.

You were more than incredulous and in disbelief when he told you as such, but Diluc has always been the diligent type, even if his destressing activity is something as whimsical as gaming. When they were younger, Kaeya was actually the one to introduce him to this hobby, even if his brother dropped it for a while because of other interests.

A larger get-together will happen in a few days, where everyone wanted to take advantage of the snowy weather that’s settling in the area. Ice-skating happened last week, but this time even your extended friend-groups are joining on a trip to a ski resort.

Since it’s fairly convenient to get to the resort by driving a few hours, the plan was to rent two vans and go. Diluc wanted to ask you about the trip when he arrived at the studio, but the moment he entered and saw your work, any thoughts about that washed away from his mind.

…Are all the people that paint here this good? Your style is different from Albedo’s, but the way you drew portraits have always been eye-catching. And now that you’re painting on a canvas much larger than your usual sketchbook, the eyes and hair of the character have become so much more vibrant and alive.

Diluc has always admired the way you get absorbed into your workflow. There’s a charm to the way you forget about the colors staining your elbows and hands after a painting session, or the proud look in your eyes after you finish a piece.

You look over, giving him a smile and wave after you finish some last touches for this layer. “You were faster than I thought. Should I turn up the heaters for you?”

“No need, I’ll be out of your way in a moment.” Diluc clears his throat, placing the bag and drink onto the table near the door. “Good luck on your work - it looks impressive so far. If you need anything else, just text me again since I’ll be around the area.”

With that, Diluc unceremoniously exits the room with a goodbye, leaving you understandably confused.

Was he… embarrassed? You blink, trying to process his behavior. He seemed normal when you texted him earlier though. Maybe something happened while he was on the way here?

As if on cue, your phone lights up with a message from him.

Diluc: Hopefully the macarons are to your taste. They were newly stocked, so I thought something sweet might help as you finish up your work.

With a fond smile, you washed your hands by the sink in the studio before opening the box Diluc left. Just like he said, they were macarons from Good Hunter with various flavors.

Maybe you’ll reward yourself with one every hour? While you don’t want Diluc’s gift to go to waste (he refused to let you pay him back), macarons are expensive, so you want to savor them.

They’re a little like him, aren’t they…? Someone with a hard shell, but can be sweet once you break through it.

Y/N: They’re great, but I can’t just let you treat me like this without doing something in return. I have some pride too, you know?

Diluc: Just make sure you come along for the ski trip then. I don’t think I can handle being around Kaeya and Venti for an entire weekend.

Y/N: Alright! Since you asked so nicely, it’s a deal~

You look forward to what other sides of Diluc you’ll see - hopefully you won’t get addicted to his presence too much, even if you’ve already become quite close. It might be clear to everyone under the sky that you like each other, but doing things casually can be pretty fun too.

#diluc x reader #genshin diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact diluc #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #genshin fic #genshin writing #traveler wishes #longfics are admittedly not my strong suit BUT anything for the bffie ✊#if you see this you know who you are 💌💖

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 61 - An Awkward Evening

While the band finishes their last practice before tonight's wedding, Ophelia checks on Hector. A partner losing both their parents has to have been hard for him too.

Hector: Peter and Lakshmi were good people. Shame I couldn’t be there to celebrate their life with my family.

Ophelia: I’m glad Hilary and Xander have each other for support. I wish I could be more help but I don’t know what else to do.

Hector: You being there is enough. Alexander is a lucky man to have a woman like you.

Hector: I appreciate you staying in town for the wedding, Ophelia. You’ve proven to be a reliable and loyal employee. I appreciate that.

Hector’s always so busy, Ophelia rarely gets to talk to him one-on-one. They could be family one day, it’s nice to spend time with him.

Ophelia: Uh, you know, I’m not sure if I’ve ever said it but thank you for giving me a shot, back when I was a nobody.

Hector: You’ve more than proven yourself, my dear. We’re honored to have a rising star amongst us. I always knew there was something special about you.

Hector: You and the band have been remarkable lately, we’ve gotten nothing but glowing reviews. I’ve been meaning to thank you all for your hard work somehow. How about after the wedding, you three come to my home and I treat you all to some of the best nectar in Tartosa?

Ophelia: That sounds wonderful, but I feel bad celebrating with everything that’s happened.

Hector: The Pappas were a joyous couple. They wouldn't want us to mope around on their behalf. I’ll tell Drew and Moses about it later. You go get dressed for tonight.

Drew and Moses chill after another successful wedding. Ophelia is enjoying the peace after the guests have left when Hector approaches.

Ophelia: I think everything went well!

Hector: Certainly. How about we go celebrate, huh?

Ophelia: I'll go get the band!

Hector: Oh, I just spoke to Drew and Moses. They're both going to change before heading over.

Ophelia: I don't mind waiting for them.

Hector: They didn't want to keep us waiting. We can enjoy a glass or two before they join us.

Hector and Ophelia have arrived at the Laurent manor and head straight for the bar. Ophelia sends Xander a quick goodnight text while Hector starts pouring some of the best nectars he has.

Ophelia also checks for any texts from her bandmates to explain what's taking so long.

Hector pours a red and a white nectar.

Hector: Take your pick. You're the star, after all.

Ophelia's drink of choice is Buffalo Wing Tea but she doesn't want to look tacky in front of her boss so she chooses the red.

Hector checks his phone and sighs dramatically.

Hector: Apparently Moses needs to grab something from home. Looks like they'll be a while. I'm sure we can keep ourselves occupied while we wait.

Hey, as long as Ophelia can keep drinking this nectar, she's not complaining!

Ophelia tries to think of what to talk about.

Ophelia: Jace made the basketball team. Isn't that great?

Hector: Yes, he told us before they left. It's okay, dear, you don't need to pretend to care about my son.

Ophelia: I do care! Jace is a sweetheart, I'm so happy for him!

Hector smiles fondly.

Hector: That's very kind. Jace seems to think the world of you, as well. I'm sure you'll make a great mother someday.

Ophelia doesn't know how to respond so she just drinks. The lines between potential in-law and boss make discussions like this feel weird.

Ophelia finishes her glass a little too quickly, but at least the conversation with Hector is going a little better. He has all kinds of funny wedding stories! Bridezillas, cake fails and affairs, oh my!

A couple of glasses in, Hector excuses himself to the bathroom. Ophelia's starting to get worried, so she sends a message in the Let Them Eat Cake group chat asking what's taking them so long.

She feels bad drinking so much of this expensive nectar, but damn it's good.

Hector's pours are generous and continuous.

Ophelia: It's been over an hour. Drew's a party animal, they're never this late to an event with drinks. And Moses is gay, so he walks hella fast. They should be here by now.

Hector: Are you not enjoying our time together, Ophelia?

Ophelia: N-No, of course I'm having fun talking to you.

Hector: Then let's focus on enjoying each other's company. Don't worry about what they're doing. You deserve to be selfish every once in a while.

Ophelia: …Okay. I've got to powder my nose. Be right back.

Ophelia washes her hands with cold water to calm herself. She feels on-edge, like something's wrong. Drew and Moses don't flake. She sends one more text asking where they are.

Hector acted a little weird before. Maybe she can make up an excuse to bail. It is late, after all.

Hector: Thanks for keeping me company. It gets lonely in this big house without my family. Why don't I get to know you better?

Hector really is a sweet guy. Maybe his awkward behavior before was an attempt to be nice.

Ophelia: Sure.

Hector: Great!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #drew #moses #hector

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Silk & Cologne (21)

A Miguel O’Hara x OC Series - Link to AO3 (X)

Chapter 21 - Secret - previous chapter (X)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Female OC

Words: 2.7K+ words

Warnings: PG - No major warnings!

Summary: Miguel recovers back at the Spider-Society

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The team and I escorted Miguel back to Spider-Society HQ. Lyla had called a head, Spider-Doc waited for us on the other end of the portal. Despite Miguel’s initial protests, he was eventually convinced to go to the medical bay to ensure that his atoms were healing properly.

“You asked me to look out for myself, so now it’s my turn to return the favor,” I teased him softly.

He offered me a kind half-smile as Spider-Doc and I brought him to the medical bay. Jessica was still there, she appeared a little more calmer now and in less distress. I set Miguel down in the hospital bed next to her while Spider-Doc began checking his vitals.

“Glad to see you’re still in one piece, boss,” Jessica offered Miguel a relieved grin.

Miguel chuckled softly and nodded his head at her. “What are you in for?”

“False contractions,” She sighed, gently rubbing a hand on her swollen belly. “This one is going to be a troublemaker,”

I smiled at the pair as I took a seat on a chair beside Miguel’s bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now that I’m back here,” Miguel sighed softly as he leaned his head back against his pillow.

“His vital signs are in the green, and his atoms are healing in a nice space. He’ll experience some pains here and there, but he’ll be fully recovered by morning,” Spider-Doc explained.

“That’s good to hear, Doc,” I smiled at him.

Jessica’s gizmo went off as a small holoscreen appeared before her. She hummed, reading it over briefly before nodding in approval. “Just got a copy of the mission report from Gwen. You did good out there, Lisa, not bad for a first mission,”

My cheeks flushed from the compliment as I rubbed the back of my neck. “Nothing like taking down a venom variant and saving the leader of the Spider-Society as the best first mission,”

“That reminds me, what was the curse Isabella put on me?” Miguel asked.

My body froze. I tried not to break eye contact with Miguel to not raise suspicion. The kiss was permanently tattooed into my brain. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get it out of my head. If I told Miguel. . . would he really believe me? Would he take me seriously?

But about our previous chat at the lounge? Was he accepting my offer to get to know each other better? Was that an actual positive reaction to asking him out? What if things are moving too quickly?

“The curse?” I repeated for clarification.

Lyla fizzled into existence, hovering behind Miguel’s head. She gave me a silent signal, encouraging me to speak. Whether to tell the truth or to fib, I couldn’t tell. But her gesture reminded me of our own talk before I woke up Miguel.

I’ll leave the final call to you.

“Well, turns out it was this curse that bound your soul with this stone golem she created. So long as it was alive, you’d remain unconscious,” I softly explained as my hands expressed and acted out the scenario. “So in short, beat up monster, monster goes down, loses control on you, you wake up!”

“It was that simple?” He raised a contemplative brow at me.

Behind Miguel, I could see Jessica giving me this look in her eyes. I started to sweat. Something tells me that’s not what she read in her mission report. What exactly did Gwen write down?

Please, please, please, don’t say anything!

I shrugged my shoulders, trying my best to hide my nerves. “I guess the simplest of plans can be the most effective? Sometimes?”

Lyla smirked, giving me a nod of approval. Jessica’s stare lingered for a moment before she relaxed, resuming her reading.

I glanced over to the AI, silently pleading, eyes pouring into hers. I’m not ready to tell him.

“Thank you for saving me, Lisa,” Miguel spoke softly as I met his gaze once more. He appeared genuinely thankful, “I’m sure it wasn’t easy going through all that,”

“Well,” I fiddled with my fingers as I smiled softly at him. “With you back here safe and sound, it was worth it, and I’d do it again,”

There was a faint twinkle of surprise in Miguel’s eyes at my declaration. I noticed it immediately and before Miguel could even speak more on it, I coughed into my fist, my cheeks flaring up.

“You know, for the team,”

Miguel paused, as if processing it for a moment. “For the team, right,” he nodded slowly in agreement.

We both sat awkwardly for a few moments before Spider-Doc stepped in, “I can take it from here, Lisa. All that’s left to do is for Miguel to rest for a while,”

“Oh, okay,” My eyes widened, surprised by his words as I slowly stood up from my seat. I checked the time on my Gizmo. I should pop back home and get some sleep before practice tomorrow.

“Thank you, again, Lisa,” Miguel spoke softly towards me, “It is getting pretty late back home for you. Get plenty of rest. You earned it after today,”

I smiled at him. “You get some rest too. Message me when you get released?”

“Of course,” He nodded.

I nodded back and with one last wave to everyone, I made my way out of the medical bay.

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

When Lisa left the medical bay, Miguel leaned back against his pillow, aimlessly staring up into the ceiling. “Lyla, send me a copy of the mission report,”

“You can read it after you get some rest,” Spider-Doc prescribed after not so subtlety coughing into his fist.

Miguel glared at the doctor.

“Don’t give me that look, when it comes to medical jurisdictions, I outrank you.” Spider-Doc spoke sternly, his eyes glaring back at his leader.

Miguel huffed, but admitted defeat as he lowered his Gizmo attached wrist to his side. “Nevermind Lyla, send it to me when you get the chance,”

“No problemo,” Lyla chirped.

Miguel shut his eyes for a few moments to collect himself and reflect on the mission. What he didn’t notice was Lyla opening a small holographic screen, placing her hand on it as some of the words of the report fizzled and changed, some vanishing entirely before swiping the screen out of existence.

“Something wrong, Miguel?” Jessica spoke up.

Miguel opened his eyes, turning his gaze towards his second in command. “What do you mean?”

“Did something about what Lisa said trouble you?” She asked.

Miguel thought about it for a moment. Lisa did appear a little but tense, nervous even. “She wasn’t technically supposed to be on this mission. I authorized it. I can understand if she seemed a little frazzled,”

“True,” Jessica nodded. “She hasn’t had to fight an actual enemy before,”

“Wait,” Miguel raised a skeptical brow at Jessica. “You think she’s hiding something?”

Why would Lisa feel like she had to lie to him?

Jessica glanced over, seeing Lyla make a motion with her hand, cutting across her throat. Please stop talking.

“No. . .” Jessica responded, hesitating briefly. “Like you said, this was her first mission. Give her some time to collect herself. If there’s more, I’m sure she’d tell you,”

Miguel nodded slowly, processing what she had said and taking it to heart. “Right,”

Miguel laid back down, trying to get comfortable again as he stared up at the ceiling. Did something happen during her fight? Was she hiding an injury? What was Lisa not telling him?

What did Isabella mean when she screamed, No one deserves true love?

These thoughts plagued him until he shut his eyes and fell into a light slumber.

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Lisa’s P.O.V.

Walking through the portal, I arrived back in my studio apartment. I pulled back the curtain, entering my bedroom as I collapsed onto my bed. I reached out, grabbed a pillow and yanked it to my face and screamed.

I kicked my feet, rolling around in the bedsheets and just squealed like a child. I pulled away, taking deep breaths as I processed what had just happened in the last few hours. I struggled to believe, pinching myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

I kissed Miguel. I kissed Miguel!

We were definitely way past the tolerable-at-best acquaintances stage of our relationship now. I need to do something to distract myself, to calm my nerves. It was late, but I couldn’t fall asleep. I glanced over at my phone, realizing I had left it on the nightstand and didn’t bring it with me to HQ.

I grabbed the device and unlocked it, finding a flood of mixed messages. My face turned pale as I opened the group chat.

“Hey, I’m here!!!” - Lisa

“Hey, fearless leader, where the heck have you been?” - Kasey

“Were you freaking MIA or something?” - Toya

“Sorry, my apartment lost cell reception. Phone line repair crew blew a transformer. I didn’t have signal for hours, and didn’t feel safe leaving the apartment,” - Lisa

“Oh shit, I’m sorry about that :(“ - Touga

“OMG are you okay now???” - Hannah

“Yeah, I’m okay! Just catching up on everything that I missed. You guys seemed busy here?” - Lisa

“Um, yeah!!! Did you not see???” - Toya

“METRO RESPONDED TO MY MESSAGE!!” - Kasey

“What?!” - Lisa

“CHECK YOUR EMAIL!!!” - Kasey

Wasting no time, I switched tabs and opened my email app, refreshing the mailbox. Sure enough, there was a forwarded message from Kasey with the original sending being METRO BOOMIN.

“Yo, Kasey! Appreciate you reaching out! My people called your people and confirmed everything is set to go. Here’s a sample of the new song for the show so you guys got something to work with. It’s not ready yet, but lemme cook! I promise you it will blow everyone away for the show. Make sure ya’ll sign the NDA before listening. I trust ya’ll, but just in case. Can’t wait to work with ya’ll.” - METRO

I opened the attachment, taking me to an electronic NDA form. I signed my name and submitted the signature. Within moments, another email was sent to me containing an audio file.

“I GOT IT!!” - Lisa

“LISTEN TO IT THEN MESSAGE US AFTER PLZ!” - Kasey

“COME VIBE WITH US!” - Touga

I reached over, grabbing my headphones as I plugged them in. I laid back on my bed and with an anxious breath, my trembling finger pressed the play button. A chorus of violins coursed through my ears as I felt like I was being carried away on a cloud.

I put my hands behind my head as I bopped my head to the beat of the song, getting a feel for the rhythm as the vocals came in.

“Not done fighting, I don’t feel I’ve lost, Am I dreaming? Is there more like us? Got me feeling like it’s all too much, I feel beaten, but I can’t give up!”

Oh, yeah. I definitely need this. I listened and found myself moving with the flow of the music. I got up from my bed, moving to an open area of my living floor and slowly began to dance along with the music.

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Miguel’s P.O.V.

After waking up to eat some dinner, Miguel was taking a much needed power nap later that night. Probably the best nap he’s had in a while. Jessica was discharged from her medical bed a while ago and so he was by himself while Spider-Doc worked quietly in his office. Thankfully other than their two scares, it was a quiet night in the medical bay.

Or it was.

The digital bell for the door chimed as the automatic doors pulled open, a male figure walking inside. His green jumpsuit clashed with the dim lighting, his oil and dirt stains along his legs camouflaged in the dark. Spider-Doc glanced up from his desk and his eyes widened under the mask.

The man offered him a kind wave as the Doctor creaked his door open, peeking outside. “I was thinking you’d wait until morning,”

“I didn’t want to keep him waiting,” The man shook his head. “Sorry, I know visiting hours are long over,”

“No, no, it’s fine, you can stay for a bit,” Doc reassured the gentleman. “Just be mindful, and–”

“I know, don’t touch anything,” The man chuckled softly, shaking his head. “How is he?”

“Recovering well,” Spider-Doc nodded. “I’ll leave you two alone,”

Spider-Doc retreated back into his office, softly closing the door behind him. The jumpsuit male quietly made his way over to the chair next to Miguel’s bed, taking a seat. He removed the goggles from his face, setting them up into his curly mullet hair to reveal piercing hazel green eyes.

He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face, his fingers brushing against his freckles. The fatigue of his work schedule caught up to him as a wave of exhaustion flowed through him. He desperately needed a break. Not that he was thankful that Miguel got hurt, giving him an excuse to come see him. He glanced over at Miguel’s body, watching him.

Miguel’s face twitched as he spoke, “You’re staring,”

“I thought you were asleep,” He raised a brow at Miguel.

“And I thought you were working?” Miguel responded, keeping his eyes closed.

“Come on, at least be a little happy to see me,” The man smirked in a playful manner as he leaned his arms against his knees.

Miguel’s eyes slowly fluttered open as he looked over to the side and met the man’s gaze. “¿Cómo has estado, hermanito?” - How’ve you been, little brother?

Miguel’s brother chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “I was doing fine, until I got a call that you were glitching during your last meeting,”

“Same old Gabriel, always worrying,” Miguel huffed with an annoyed expression as he lifted his wrist, showing off his new gizmo, “Well, obviously I’m not anymore,”

“Hey, my brother is Spider-Man, how can I not worry?” Gabriel’s lips twitched into a half smirk.

“Pendejo, first of all, I’m one of now many Spider-Men and women, and second of all, I’m your older brother,” Miguel lectured with a pointed finger, “Let me do the worrying,” - Dummy

“You’ll end up with more gray hair like that,” Gabriel cautioned before he snickered suddenly. “Although I could see you going for a silver fox look,”

“You didn’t come here to give me beauty tips, Gabriel, I know you,” Miguel gave his brother a hard look. “What is it?”

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay after the mission,” Gabriel raised his hands, “Can I not be concerned?”

Miguel stared at Gabriel, his brown eyes pouring into his hazel orbs as the two brothers stared each other down like they were in a Mexican standoff, waiting for the other to move first.

“And?” Miguel raised a brow at him.

“And?” Gabriel repeated, imitating Miguel’s voice.

“Sólo dilo,” Miguel huffed in annoyance. - Just say it

That’s what brothers were for after all.

Gabriel held Miguel’s gaze for a moment longer before his shoulders shook, his chest rising and falling with his quiet laughter. He shook his head, composing himself before a playful glint sparkled in his eyes as he looked at Miguel and said, “Entonces, ¿quién es la chica?” - So, who’s the girl?

Of course, Miguel huffed tiredly, narrowing his eyes towards Gabriel as his younger brother’s grin grew wider. Nothing gets past him.

“Who is she?” Gabriel asked.

“She’s–!” Miguel could feel his cheeks warm up from embarrassment as he turned his head to the side. “She’s just. . .”

“Just a friend?” Gabriel raised a curious brow at his older brother.

Miguel’s mind flashed back to that night on the rooftop, holding her in the rain, and again in his room. He tried to fight it, but his blush intensified. He growled under his breath when he recalled him practically encouraging her to ask him out.

. . . Deep down, he wanted that.

But he also felt like he couldn’t have that.

“Just a friend,” Miguel grumbles softly.

“I don’t know,” Gabriel mused with a shrug of his shoulders. “That attitude of yours doesn’t make it sound like she’s just a friend,”

“Gabriel–” Miguel groaned tiredly as he leaned back into his pillow. “It’s way too late for this shocking crap,”

“Alright, alright, just teasing you, big brother,” Gabriel chuckled. “I’m just saying; I’ve seen how you look at her~”

Miguel narrowed his eyes on him. “You’ve been hanging around Margo during her monitor duties again, haven’t you?”

Gabriel shrugged. “You got me!”

Miguel rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t help it when a faint chuckle escaped his lips.

Same old Gabriel.

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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 7

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Just to be safe, Deeks arrived at the cafe Kensi specified early, not wanting to risk running late. He was certain she wouldn’t give him a second chance no matter the excuse.

The Cats and Cradles cafe was sandwiched between a small bookstore and a subway. Since the parking lot was pretty busy, he chose a space spot almost at the end, area which had a good view of the entrance.

So much for exerting self-control, Deeks thought wryly. All it had taken was seeing her smile again, and a few well-placed, blunt words, and he’d caved. Though if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t tried all that hard to resist.

“Daddy, what are we doing?” Caleb asked, stretching his neck to get a better look out the window. He’d clambered out of his car seat to the front and emptied half the content of his backpack onto his lap soon after the they arrived. After hobbling around with an ice pack on his ankle for a few hours last night, he’d made a stunning and miraculous recovery. Deeks was glad he was alright, but once again amazed at his dramatics.

“We’re getting coffee,” Deeks answered, pausing for a second before adding. “With Miss Blye.”

“Why?”

“Because we have something to talk about.” Caleb frowned at Deeks’ response, tilting his head to the side. He fiddled with a fuzzy keychain for a moment.

“Are you going on a date?”

Deeks has expected as much from Caleb, ever curious and rarely subtle, so he had an answer ready.

“No,” he said firmly. “We’re just going to have coffee. Like friends do sometimes.”

“Oh. Can I get hot chocolate?” Caleb requested. Pushing off his seat, he wriggled onto Deeks. Caleb twisted his fingers in Deeks’ hair in a longstanding gesture of comfort and affection.

“Yes, you can have hot chocolate. But not a large cause last time you were up half the night,” Deeks told him, glancing in the rear view mirror to watch for Kensi.

“Ok.” Caleb kissed him on the cheek and slid back to his own seat. He played with a couple toys he’d managed fa sneak into his backpack. A miniature Captain America and Black Widow scaled his seat belt with accompanying superhero noises.

Shaking his head, Deeks grabbed his phone to check his work email. He’d be working late again tonight to make up for the last couple days. Oddly enough, the thought didn’t bother him as much as it normally did.

“Jenny and Isaiah in my class went on a date for ice cream last week,”. Caleb offered unexpectedly a couple minutes later. Deeks raised an eyebrow as he turned to Caleb. He was now arranging the action figures on the back of his seat. “Cause she’s his girlfriend.”

“Sounds very romantic,” Deeks said neutrally.

“Uh-huh. Isaiah got Jenny a stuffed bear with a heart on it. I know cause she brought it to show to everyone at lunch. Even though Isaiah got sick on the ride home.”

Caleb gave him a look that suggested he’d just made a relevant point and Deeks nodded.

“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to take away from that, but good story. Sounds like Jenny’s a keeper.”

A black Corolla pull in two spaces down, and Deeks straightened as he recognized Kensi’s profile through the driver’s side window. His stomach clenched slightly with nervousness he hadn’t felt since he was in high school.

“There she is. Hey, buddy, I might call Miss Blye “Kensi” some of the time, but you can’t call her that, especially not at school, ok?”

“Ok, but why do you get to call her that?”

“Well, she’s your teacher and sometimes we have different rules for different places, you know.”

“You mean like how I’m not allowed to run in the hallways at your office when your boss is there?” Caleb asked as he quickly shoved everything back in his backpack.

Kensi was already waiting for them, leaning against the hood of her car. Caleb slipped the straps on his back as Deeks climbed out and hurried around the front to help him out.

“Hi Miss Blye,” Caleb called loudly, waving like he hadn’t just seen her less than two hours ago. He automatically took Deeks’ hand, as he always did in public.

“Hey Caleb. I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up,” Kensi commented, addressing the last part to Deeks as she crossed over to them. Deeks chuckled, dipping his head.

His stomach swooped again at the sight of her. She wore a red, knee-length dress that brought out the warm color of her skin and emphasized her long legs.

“I guess I deserved that,” he agreed. “I wouldn’t be that mistake twice though.”

“Good.” Offering him a cheerful, if slightly sarcastic smile. When she reached down, Caleb readily slipped his other hand into hers, and together they walked to the cafe.

Inside, there was a pleasant buzz of activity without being overwhelming. The front of the cafe was bright and airy thanks to the floor to ceiling windows which made up the front wall while the back half was darker. Low tables and armchairs creates a cozy atmosphere. There were also several shelves with books and games. Caleb immediately dropped Deeks’ hand and wandered over to examine a half-finished puzzle on one of the tables.

“That’s why I suggested we come here,” Kensi said, drawing Deeks’ attention back to her. “I figured it might be easier to talk if Caleb was entertained and didn’t overhear everything we say.”

“Thanks. I know it’s not ideal, but he’s kind of my favorite sidekick.” He paused, hesitating slightly. Even though Kensi was great with Caleb, he knew how exhausting it could be to spend time around other people’s kids. “I have to leave him with Marissa, his babysitter, enough as it is.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Deeks. I admire your relationship. I wish more parents cared about their kids the way you do with Caleb.”

“He’s my whole world,” Deeks admitted. “In case you couldn’t tell.”

“I had no idea,” Kensi teased. She lifted her chin towards the line which was 3 people deep at the moment. “C’mon, we should order before the after school crowd gets here.”

In a few minutes the barista handed over a large iced coffee, a medium vanilla latte, and a small hot chocolate with a blueberry bagel. Deeks brought over the last two to Caleb, who acknowledged him with a brief glance, currently consumed with a set of Lincoln Logs. When he turned around Kensi had chosen a nearby table.

“You know, when Monica and I were dating and first got married, all she talked about was being a mom. She wanted three or four kids,” Deeks started, sitting down across from Kensi.

“Oh, Deeks, you don’t have to tell me any of this,” Kensi said quickly and when he glanced at her, she wore a look of mild discomfort. “I didn’t ask you to meet me here to guilt more information out of you. I meant what I said before.”

“I know,” Deeks assured her. With just a few words, she’d managed to raise his estimation of her even higher. “But, I promised to make my…egregious behavior up, and part of that, I think, has to include explaining more about my past. Not as an excuse, but just to let you in on why I am the way I am.”

Kensi hesitated, using her index finger to draw a circle through the trail of water left behind from her coffee.

“That sounds like a pretty serious talk to have over an iced vanilla latte.” Deeks could tell she was trying to lighten the situation, but he heard the slight dismay in her voice.

“It is. But once you know everything, then you can decide if you want to be friends.”

“Ok, then I’m listening.”

Deeks heaved a sigh, checking in on one more time Caleb before continuing. Even though he’d initiated this conversation, he wasn’t exactly looking forward to telling the details he left out last time. “We met in college, dated for three years, got engaged and married—by most people’s standards—pretty young. Everything was…idyllic for the first year or so,” Deeks recalled. He glanced slightly above Kensi’s head, vision blurring as he remembered how happy they were at first. The plans they’d made in giddy whispers while they laid in bed.

“What happened after that first year?” Kensi asked softly, like she was afraid of startling him.

“I honestly don’t know for sure. Like I said, Monica always talked about having a big family and I wanted that too. She got pregnant about 8 months after we were married, and,” he chuckled to himself. “We were beyond happy. We made lists of names, Monica would come home from the store with a new outfit for the baby every other day. It seemed perfect.

“And everything was great after Caleb was born too. At least for a little while. Then somewhere along the way, I realized something was different. Monica tried to pretend, but I could tell she wasn’t as happy. I’d come home, and we’d barely talk or she’d find some reason to stay home from family outings.”

Deeks twisted his cup between his hands, feeling guilty all over again even though he wasn’t sure what he could have done differently.

“It sounds like maybe she was having some postpartum symptoms.”

“I thought so too,” Deeks said in answer to Kensi’s comment. “But she told me that she was fine, and the doctor agreed.” He shrugged. “I thought maybe she needed to get out of the house more or do something that felt like her own. We talked about her going back to school and me cutting my hours so I could stay home more. I was willing to do just about anything to see her smile again, really smile. She insisted she wanted to stay home with Caleb.” Outside of yoga, he thought with dark humor.

“When Caleb turned three, I thought things were finally getting better. Monica seemed freer, happier again. Turns out I read the signs wrong because it was just a couple weeks later that she left.”

“I know I said this before, but I am so sorry, Deeks,” Kensi told him.

“Thanks.” Rubbing his hand over his jaw, Deeks shifted uncomfortably. “I searched for her, you know. I didn’t go so far as to hire a private detective or anything, cause that just seemed creepy and like the plot of a bad 80s movie, but uh, I searched. And I asked all her friends, family, if they knew anything. I was worried, I was sad. For months. And then, just when were starting to get a handle on things and readjusting to our new life, Monica showed up on our doorstep out of the blue.”

“What did she say?” Deeks laughed wryly at Kensi’s question.

“That I looked good and she was sorry. I know, it’s pretty cliche. I didn’t care though. Stupidly, I thought she was back for good. I begged her to stay, and, uh, she said no. She said that she’d always thought she wanted to be married with kids, but once it happened, she realized she was wrong. Tried to stick it out as long as she could. Eventually gave up.”

He remembered his confusion, quickly replaced by joy and relief, and finally anger. Kensi waited, giving him time to process the memories and his thoughts.

“Monica stayed a few weeks that time before disappearing again without any warning. It was nearly a year before she showed up again and I decided to file for divorce. I didn’t want to run the risk of her taking Caleb and never seeing either of them again. I know, that’s a terrible thing to suspect someone capable of, but I truly didn’t know her anymore.”

“I don’t think it’s selfish,” Kensi disagreed. “Given the circumstances, it sounds like you had Caleb’s best interest in mind.”

She made it sound noble, not knowing that there’d still been a part of him that was hurt and angry when he helped draw up his own divorce papers. “Mm, that’s what I told myself,” Deeks sighed. “I’ve always wondered why she wasn’t just honest with me. Would it have devastated me, absolutely. But if she’d just said that she needed space or wanted a divorce, it could have been so different.”

“Maybe she thought it would be easier that way. I think you’re a pretty convincing man, Marty Deeks.” He looked up sharply at that and Kensi quickly added, “In a good way. I’m guessing Monica wanted to avoid all that and just make a clean break.” She shrugged. “I know that’s probably little consolation.” She seemed worried that she’d overstepped some invisible boundary while they openly discussed his failed marriage.

“No, no that’s a really good point,” Deeks said, assuring her that he wasn’t offended with a quick smile. “If only I had you around to knock some sense into me back then.” Unexpectedly, Kensi dipped her head, suddenly almost shy.

“If only.” Her eyes flicked up for a moment and Deeks felt a rising tension that had nothing to do with the current topic. It lasted for several long moments before he abruptly looked away, clearing his throat loudly.

“Um, anyway, Monica has visited once since she granted me full custody. So, I suppose you could say that’s when my trust issues started.”

“And the reason you’re bad at relationships,” Kensi surmised.

“Pretty much. Plus, between figuring out how to be a single parent, moving, and starting a new job, it’s surprisingly difficult to form bonds. It’s been the two of us for so long that sometimes I’m not sure how to let another person in.”

“It sounds to me like you’re afraid of getting hurt again.”

And there was the bluntness again. God, she was amazing. Taking a sip of her coffee, now mostly melted, she studied him for a moment, her gaze direct and observant. Whatever hesitation, or shyness from a moment ago, was long gone.

After nearly a half-minute, by which point Deeks started feeling just a little uncomfortable, her expression shifted with some unknown decision. Deeks tensed, suddenly anxious for her response. As much as he had convinced himself that distance was for the best, he wasn’t ready for this to be the last time they saw each other.

In a businesslike manner, she pulled a sticky note and pen from her bag, and wrote something he couldn’t quite see. Peeling it off the table, she offered it to him until he took it with a raised eyebrow

“That’s my cell,” she explained. “Contrary to what you might believe, your story hasn’t scared me off. Is it messy? For sure, but I don’t think that should stand in the way of us becoming friends.”

“I’d like that,” Deeks said quietly, tucking the paper into his pocket as he gazed into her warm, brown eyes again.

***

A/N: Well, this took longer than I intended and also turned out longer than expected.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #dad deeks #lawyer Deeks #teacher Kensi #in Miss Blye’s Class #Part 7 #au #yup still self-indulgent #ejzah fanfiction

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💰 for Valen / 😒 for Alistair / ❓for Death / 🤔 Abaellis's shadow / 🚪 for Bebe / ⏰ for Tael / 🔪 for Key

💰- Is there anything that would make you give up your Whumpee?

Valen ponders for a moment, Mylien’s father is quite the treasure due to being run away royalty, but as far as he was aware he didn’t have any feral family members and that would make him less likely to go feral. So that wasn’t a viable option.

Hunters? He’s killed plenty before he could kill more. Money? He had no need for it.

Valen eventually shakes his head “Nothing that I could think of.”

😒 - What makes you jealous?

Alistair loosens his tie “I try my best not to get jealous but… It’s a challenge when I see others making him laugh and smile with that sparkle in his eye.”

❓- Why are you possessive of Whumpee?

“I can’t have others messing up the work I’ve already put into her.” Death’s answer was quick “If someone does, it means she would have to be here even longer. While I’m not opposed to that, it means I would have to restart my work on her. That part is what makes me hesitant about the idea of allowing others around her if I can help it.”

“Outside of work related reasons?” She pauses to think “She’s just so.. Bright. I would hate for someone else to be the reason that brightness dims.”

🤔 - How do you think your Whumpee really feels about you? Do you care?

Shadow has to pause as she’s unsure if you mean Runa or Abaellis. She figures she’ll answer for both.

“Abaellis despises me.” Her voice shakes in your mind as she telepathically speaks to you.

“At least he believes he does, but I’m part of him so I know the truth. He knows he wouldn’t be able to do what his does without me and he’s thankful for that. He’d never admit it though!” Her laugh at the end is painful. “It’s frustrating how he acts but I don’t care as I can always check the truth with him.

“The fish is scared of me, I gave him good reason. I’m glad he is scared, he should be.”

🚪- Is your Whumpee allowed any sort of privacy?

“Somewhat” Bebê answers “Part of his main tank goes further into the wall, he has privacy there but there’s also no light and he has to corner himself if he wants the privacy. So it’s privacy at a price!” They smiled

“If I’m feeling nice and if he deserves it, I’ll allow him to spend a day in a private bathroom. There’s a button in there so he can let me know if he needs anything, after all I’m not a complete monster!”

⏰ - Do you keep your Whumpee on a schedule?

Tael doesn’t bother looking up from his ipad as he answers. “Not really. I have enough to worry about my own schedule, I can’t be bothered to keep him on one as well. The closest thing he has to a schedule is a wake up time.”

🔪 - What would you do if someone tried to steal your Whumpee?

CW for talked about mouth whump (last paragragh, if you'd like to skip it)

Key gives you a smile “The answer is awfully simple. I would hunt them down.” Her smiles turns malicious “I have many friends and connections, paired with Kira’s magic trail and how I’ve trained them, it really shouldn’t be too hard.”

She leans back and taps her chin as she thinks “After getting Kira back and making sure they’re safe and sound, there’s so much I could do with the thief. I could put them through some of my training, maybe cut them up, if they’re working for someone I could tie them up with razor wire and leave them on their boss’s doorstep like a nice present!” She seemed to be getting a bit excited as she thought of more things to do.

“If they frequented the cafe I work at, I wouldn’t mind buying some similar equipment just to use on them. I can only imagine how painful a milk frother would be in someone’s mouth and throat, after all they do get to over 100 degrees fahrenheit. Or over 37 degrees celsius if you’re into that. That would be fun.”

#owe answers #emmettnet #whump #whump tag #whump ask game #ask game #valen tag #king alistair tag #Death character tag #abaellis's shadow tag #Bebê tag #tael tag #ralzar/key tag #the milk frother thing might be wrong idk. i googled how hot do milk steamers get and it gave me 100-150 F for milk frothers #i didn't really google too hard for that specifically

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[Tsukasa passed by his co-workers, a scowl very much present on his face. It works wonders to scare them off. Plus, it stops them from being too nosy. They can’t see how scared he is.]

[Tsukasa has a meeting with his boss. A very important meeting. If he were to guess, it may have something to do with Toya. Maybe he’s getting punished. Punishments always seemed more bearable if it meant keeping his siblings out of it.]

...

[His co-workers can be such a pain. He's hearing multiple conversations. A boy frustrated over losing a bet, two rivals trying to hard to make each other envious, an agitated girl complaining loudly about some florist she tried to flirt with-]

[He's at the door. Finally.]

[Tsukasa walks inside the office.]

Tsukasa, glad you could make it. Sit down.

[Tsukasa sits down, facing his boss.]

Look at this photo. Do you know this boy?

[Harumichi slides over a photo of what appears to be a boy with purple hair and a teal streak. Tsukasa raises an eyebrow.]

(Is this not about…?)

… No.

His name is Rui Kamishiro. He runs a flower shop in town. I need you to take his life.

[Tsukasa blinks once. Tsukasa blinks twice.]

... Sir, this is a florist…

Not just any florist. He is a witch. He has something sinister within him that's bound to cause us plenty of trouble. That is why I'm asking you to kill him.

Huh? A witch…?

[He’s heard of witches. It’s not a common term around here, but his boss brought them up a few times. They were devious, he remembers. Servants of evil, his boss would call them.]

We sent other people after him, but they all came back with failed results. Even the self-proclaimed "temptress" failed the mission, and her skills are nothing to sneeze at-

Oh, so the flower witch only likes boys.

[His boss pauses.]

... Hm?

Ah- sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt. Continue.

…

[His boss continues further.]

Right, so they all failed. That’s why I’m handing the mission to you. I know that you will be able to finish the job with great success. Furthermore…

This could be your chance to make up for last night’s incident.

…!

[Tsukasa’s eyes widen in surprise, staring at his boss before slowly looking down at the photo.]

[Tsukasa is left pondering on his thoughts. His boss doesn’t usually give him chances to avoid punishments. If he is to go through with this, perhaps he wouldn’t be so disappointed anymore. Perhaps he could even lessen the burden on Toya’s shoulders through this somehow. Hopefully.]

[Tsukasa glances at his boss once more.]

… I will not let you down, sir.

Good. I trust you’ll have everything under control.

[Tsukasa picks up the files, standing up to walk towards the door.]

[... This should go smoothly. It has to.]

#ic: tsukasa

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koolcece22 · 1 month

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Mother's day

summery's: Shade and Miguel talk about their moms.

On some earth, they have different holidays, while others have the same. Today was Mother’s day, some that ruff for someone like Shade who lost both her parents. She misses her mother despite everything. Despite all the secrets she had. Despite forcing Shade to experiment on. She still loves her mother, and still wishes she was here.

Everyone knows she is alone on her earth, she asks that she not to be bothered about mission today from society. She was happy today, it was quiet on her earth today so she didn't have to worry about it and her boss gave her the day off knowing how hard this day was for her.

“Here are some flowers, Shade.”

“Thanks, Gigi. they look nice.”

GiGi nodded with a sad smile knowing why Shade asked for them. “They in the house please come over to Mama Joe’s place after you are done. I don’t want you not to eat like last time.”

Shade nodded nice to know there people here who now care for her

“I promised.”

“Is your boyfriend coming over well?

“Heh, not today but it will be fine. I'll see you later, ok?” they both wave at each other as Shade heads to her destination; the graveyard. There were a few people there, people who also lost their mother but it was very quiet. She headed over to the graves of her parents, the flower at the grave sites had die so it was time to replace them.

“Here mama, I got you some new flowers, they have a favorite color, blue roses. Got some for papa too.” she said as she replaced the flower on the graves. To also a somber coming here. Talking to them, people say that she can never hear their voice again.

“There, that looks much better. Sorry this is the only thing I brought. I already ordered your flower papa, so both of you can match.” Shade sat next to the graves and looked up at the sky glad it was a nice day that she could talk longer. “Well, this week wasn’t so bad. Queen being less of a hassle these days. They use Krazytown as their new villain. But they still ‘use’ me for view and still their favorite villain but a lot of people start to note i’m not the villain but the six are. Sigh I still miss you mama, I miss you both.” tears began to form, it has been years that always come here and she still gets tear up by it .

“I should know you were here.”

Shade turns around to see Miguel O’ Hara in his normal clothes and wearing his sunglasses to hide his red eyes. Shade gave him a sad smile, she tried her best to keep this a secret from everyone.

“What gave it away?” she asked as Miguel walked up to her

“You were quiet or quieter as usual, you didn’t really come to talk to me either. Usually means that something was on your mind or is bothering you. Then I realize what day it is.” Miguel then helps Shade up from her spot.

“I know how hard this day can be. You are not the only one who has lost the mother or father.”

Shade nodded “And you? I know you don’t like talking about your family and all…” Shade tries not butt in on Miguel and his personal life. Besides Gabi and his wife she knows nothing about her family. But the feeling he gives off now is anger and sadness from it. He also gave off this emotion when his family was brought off but it was strong this time. Miguel can be good at hiding his emotions from others but not Shade. Mainly, she is half symbiote and reading emotion is her thing. Not like she can turn it off.

“It's hard for me too…my mother… She wasn’t a great mother. Mostly, towards me because of things out of my control.” She can hear the bitterness from his voice and see him gripping his hands hard from anger.

“I like to think she loved me but…many years being with an abusive husband and being used by another. She took it on me.”

Shade took Miguel hand and rubbed it sensing his overwhelming aniger. She can tell he was trying to calm down for her since she can sense it and sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him. It is hard for him to remember what he is or who his real father really is. The day he left her at the retirement home was he thought the best day ever but still bitter wishing he had a better relationship with her.

“I-I’m sorry, you didn't deserve that.”

“Heh, yeah I know but…sometime…she made me regret ever being born.” Miguel tried medding their relationship till the end but it was too late and before they could truly fix it she died, and till this day he blames himself for it. It was like one last cruel thing that she did towards him.

“Don’t say that Miguel, I know your great person and it's a shame she didn’t gotta see it.” Shade pointed out. But Miguel knew she did get to see it just not as Miguel O’hara. But as Spider-man. She would tell him how he should try to be like spider-man, selfless, caring, protect the weak from the abusive strong. Even when he tried to tell her that he is Spider-man, she didn’t believe him. Funny how one time she saw him it was when he was in costume.

Miguel sighs and looks down at Shade forgetting that she was there still rubbing his hand and having a sad smile trying to understand what he felt because of this day.

“Sorry, here I am trying to make you better but you're the one trying to make me feel better.”

Shade chuckled flattered by Miguel’s gesture and gave him a hug.

“No no, it is nice to hear you speak about your feelings and it does feel like it makes you feel lighter. Shouldn’t hold that stuff in. I-I had bitterness toward my parents for years. How they just let their child be used for testing. I hated them, for a while. Then after finding out what they did to my mother and how they threatened my father. If they didn't play along…I don't know what Alchemax and Andrew would have done to us. I just wish…” Shade looked back at the graves and put her hands on her mother’s “There was another.”

Miguel thought the same for his mother ‘Wish things turn out different’

“Well, I won’t dwell in the past. Not anymore.” Shade creases Miguel's face and so does he with her face “And you shouldn’t either. We failed and they failed too but we can learn from them and don’t make the same mistake they did. I bet she would have wanted that and wanted you to be better than her.”

Miguel gave a sad smile “You right, no more having the past handle us down.”

Shade nodded

“Hey, since we're free, want to go to Mama Joe's place? She will kill me if I don’t come.”

Miguel smile

“I would love that.”

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #symbioate sona #writing #spider man 2099 #I made this like in a hour so its meh

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Lightning in a Bottle

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Chapter 74: Unaccompanied Minors, Pt 1

Emma sighed, as she looked at her brother with incredulity in the garage. It had been a few weeks since they had arrested George, his wife, and several x'ers. The case was still ongoing and all of them were turning on each other for deals. It would work its way through the court system and she hoped they would throw the book at all of them.

In the meantime, Neal had been getting worse, but there was joy, as they welcomed Eden into their lives. Though Henry's nightmares since the night of her birth added a new layer of concern and sent her brother back to his boards to try to solve this latest puzzle. And his latest theory clearly meant he was on the brink of losing it.

"Okay…that's it. I'm telling MM, because she's the only one that can talk you back from going off the deep end," Emma said.

"Just hear me out," David requested.

"What? That we're false prophets that have come back from the dead? I thought you got off Samdi's theory months ago after a Calling saved MM and the baby," she replied.

"Yes…but pretty much since then, Henry's been plagued with nightmares of those three looming shadows," David said.

"That doesn't mean it's us. It means there's an evil out there, but it's not us, David. We just arrested some of that evil a few weeks ago, namely your boss," Emma replied. He sighed.

"I know…and I'm not saying that we're here to do evil. Just listen to this. I found it in Revelation," he said, as he held his copy of the Bible. It was one of many that had belonged to their mother.

"It echoes Samdi's apocalypse theory," he added, as he began to read.

"I saw three spirits coming out of the mouth of the dragon, out of the mouth of the beast, out of the mouth of the false prophet." David said.

"Creepy…but the Callings have done so much good and you know MM would agree," Emma replied.

"And I do too…I just hope that we're not doing good for bad reasons. When Samdi says that we might be lulled into obeying the Callings without question…what if he's not

wrong?" David asked.

"Okay…but it's not like we're going to go kill if a Calling says to," Emma argued.

"Maybe not us…but others aren't so noble. If we're being used for good…others could be used for evil," David argued. She sighed.

"Griffin…but he was punished for it," she said.

"No…he wasn't. His time was up…his Death Date came and he expired," he reminded her, which made her think of Neal. His date was approaching with frightening speed and

he quickly realized it.

"I'm sorry…I should have asked. How is Neal?" he asked. She shrugged.

"It's hard to tell. He never complains and goes through Regina's treatments, no matter what she tries. It's not working though," she replied. He sighed and hugged her.

"I'm sorry Em…" he said, in a soothing manner.

"He's running out of time," she replied.

"Neal isn't Griffin though. If anyone deserves to be saved, it's him. We'll figure this out," he promised, hoping it was one he could keep.

~*~

Gold put a cup of coffee down for him, as they sat at the kitchen table. Belle was living with them now and his father was genuinely happy. He was glad for that, because he

knew it was looking grim for him, even though he tried to keep up a hopeful appearance.

"Neal…talk to me," Gold requested.

"It's just…it's hard not to want to use, you know? I feel like I don't have a lot to lose and at least drugs would ease the pain," Neal said.

"You know that's not true. Even if…even if you are in your last days, you should be spending it with those you love," Belle said. He nodded.

"I know…and I am. I just feel like the hospital isn't doing any good and I should be out living while I can instead of spending it there," he replied.

"Emma won't take that well," Gold said and though he didn't say it, he wasn't sure how he felt about him giving up on the treatment either.

"I know…I need to get going. Regina will be wondering where I am," Neal said, as he got his coat and left the house. Belle hugged Gold to give him the comfort she knew he

needed in these times.

~*~

Emma pulled up in her car and parked along the curb. She was going to grab a few snacks from the bodega, before heading to the hospital to be with Neal during his

treatments today. But first, she felt the need to talk and hope that, whatever the Callings were, chose to listen to her.

"Okay. I...still don't know who or what you are exactly, other than a voice in my head. But enough is enough. Since the plane came back, you have called on me, relentlessly,

and I've listened. I have literally done everything that you wanted... because I believe that what you're asking us to do is for a purpose. I mean, it has to be," she said,

pausing for a moment.

"So why, after all that I've done, am I watching the man I love freeze to death?" she asked.

"A good, kind man who also listens to you, who has worked so hard to redeem himself. He doesn't deserve this. How am I supposed to know that this is for some greater good

if you just let him die? How am I supposed to keep listening?" she questioned.

"I need to understand. I don't wanna lose faith. Don't make me," she said, as she got out of the car and walked toward the bodega.

As she entered, a teenager dashed out and the clerk called after him.

"Hey…stop! Stop! Thief!" he cried, in which Emma leapt into action and gave chase.

"STOP! NYPD! Stop!" she called, as she chased him and caught up to him, before tackling him to the ground.

"It's your lucky day, kid…I'm a cop," she said, as she cuffed him.

"Please ma'am…it's just a candy bar," he pleaded.

"Sorry kid…" she replied.

"Please…my mom is gonna kill me. It's the first time I've ever done this," he begged.

"You should have thought about that before you took it," Emma replied, as she started taking him toward her car, when she heard her own voice in her head.

"Let him go…LET HIM GO…" it called to her. She paused for a moment and looked at the kid and he looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Okay…I'm going to let you off with a warning. But don't be stupid and make a habit of this, because you're not getting off next time," she said, as she took the merchandise

and released him.

"Thank you," he said, as he ran off and she returned to the bodega and placed the bars on the counter.

"What's this?" the clerk asked.

"What the kid stole," she replied. He scoffed.

"No, it isn't," he said, as he motioned to the pallet of cold tablets he was stocking.

"I turned my back for a minute and he made off with them, maybe twenty boxes. The bodega down the way got hit last week for the same thing," he said. Emma felt stupid.

She had been duped by a doe eyed kid, who was stealing cold tablets, probably for whoever he was working for, likely to cook meth. She apologized to the clerk and promised

she'd get him, before leaving the bodega and heading to the station. There, she found Killian at his desk and she approached.

"Can I run something by you?" she asked.

"Sure," he answered.

"I caught a kid stealing a candy bar and then I got a Calling telling me to let him go. So I did," she said.

"And?" he asked.

"Turns out the candy bar was a decoy and he swiped a case of cold tablets instead," she replied.

"So you think candy bar lad is cooking meth?" he asked.

"I don't know. The bodega owner said the one down the street got hit too for the same thing a week ago," she answered.

"Maybe the Calling told you to let him go so we could catch the bigger fish," he suggested.

"That's a terrible plan," she said.

"It would have been more helpful to bring him and interrogate him to find the bigger fish," she added.

"Em…why are you always trying to justify the Callings?" he questioned.

"Because I have to believe they're good, Killian," she answered.

"Well, I should probably help you track this kid down. Unless you wanna let her in on your gift?" he asked, referring to Ruby. She turned to her new partner.

"Hey, I'm probably gonna peel off with Rogers today," she said.

"Really?" Ruby asked. She nodded.

"Yeah. I witnessed a crime. He thinks it could be related to a bunch of robberies he's tracking," she fibbed.

"Yeah. You sure he's not just trying to get back in your pants?" Ruby asked bluntly, making Emma blanch.

"Um, no. I asked him to help," the blonde replied.

"Okay, all right. Well, if you're good, I'm good. It'll give me a chance to catch up on some paperwork," she said, as she looked at Killian when he approached.

"Hey Rogers. This is just a loaner, okay?" she questioned. He smiled.

"Yeah," he answered, as the two of them left the station.

~*~

David rocked the baby, as she cried and he tried to get her to calm down with the stuffed toy in his free hand.

"Oh…come on, Eden, give Daddy a smile," he cooed, as Margaret got them some coffee in the kitchen and smiled at him. David the husband was amazing, attentive, and

always romantic. It had been that way from the beginning and never faded. But David the father was a sight she'd never tire. Now that they had a baby again, she was

reliving those days from when the twins were little and it made her heart practically burst.

"Don't worry Daddy…you're not going to miss anything, because she's going to have so many smiles and you'll be here for all of them," she said, as she sat beside him and

they shared a smile.

"I hope so," he said, though it was on all their minds. Neal was approaching his death date and if he didn't survive, he knew their hope that he or any of the other passengers

could survive would take a huge hit.

"I have faith…" she said, as she gazed deeply into his eyes and he leaned over and kissed her tenderly. Eden fussed more so Margaret began humming to her.

"I like that…where's it from?" he asked.

"I don't know…just something that came to me. I started humming it to her just before she was born," she replied.

"It's very romantic…like us," she added. He smiled in agreement, just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," she said, as she stood up and answered it. But she almost immediately slammed the door closed.

"Margaret, wait…" Leopold pleaded.

"You are NOT welcome here," she said, with vehemence. David was instantly by her side with a stern look for this man.

"Please Margaret…this strife has gone on between us long enough. Cora is gone…" he said.

"Did you know that she killed Mother?" Margaret asked bluntly.

"Of course not," he answered and she glared at him, trying to decide whether she could believe him or not.

"Please…I just want to talk and clear the air. I've made many mistakes. I'd like to atone for them," Leopold pleaded.

"Why should we believe you?" David questioned.

"You have no reason to…but I know you are both wonderful people. Ten minutes of your time is all I am asking for," he replied.

"Fine…we'll hear what you have to say and then you'll leave," Margaret said shortly, as she allowed him inside and shut the door behind him.

~*~

Neal sat on the exam table, as Regina conducted today's experimental treatment.

"I'm gonna do a little more debridement of the dead skin later, okay?" she asked. He nodded.

"Oh, joy," he deadpanned.

"I know it's painful. We're trying to slow the migration. The MRI will tell us if there's been any deterioration since your last scan. I need to replace your warm fluids with some

cold Dye," she said. He nodded again.

"You love torturing me, don't you?" he joked. She gave him a chiding look.

"Not even a little," she replied.

"What else is going on with you?" she asked.

"At my meeting today, my sponsor said I should be finding closure, so I'm ready to move on. It kind of made me mad, 'cause I'm not ready," he replied.

"There's no reason you should be. It's not fair, what's happening to you," she said.

"More painful than the treatment, is how it's affecting Emma. She really is my soulmate," he replied. She smiled.

"I know how you feel," she mentioned.

"I mean, it's not the same, but, yeah," she added.

"Of course…Robin," he recalled. She nodded.

"Mmm-hmm," she acknowledged.

"Hey, at least there's hope for you. I have faith in my retrovirus. We just have to... keep the frostbite in check until I fine-tune the formula," she replied.

"Though it would go faster if I tested on myself," she added.

"No…you're not doing that. Remember what David said about the Alzarus journal. If you cure yourself of the Callings, it could doom you of any hope of beating the death date.

Just like the sailors in the journal," he reminded.

"I know…I promised not to and I won't," she replied, as they continued.

~*~

Emma and Killian arrived at the main bus station hub and approached the lead dispatcher, showing their badges.

"What can I do for you, Detectives?" she asked.

"We're trying to track down one of your riders," Killian said.

"Happy to help, any way I can," she replied.

"He got on at 156th and Hewitt, a little after 9:00," Emma said, as she checked her system.

"You know what, right on time," she replied, as she found the bus in question.

"Do you mind if we talk to the driver?" Killian asked.

"Um, that'd be...Kory. I'll see if he's here," she replied, as she went to look.

"Thanks," Killian said, as he pulled up something on his phone to show her.

"I had Diaz put together a map of robberies similar to yours. It's all across the boroughs. If this is all the same operation, then it's huge," he said, as an African American man

approached.

"You're looking for one of my riders?" he asked.

"Hey, yeah. He's about 17, brown hair, backpack, got on after 9:00," Emma replied, but he shrugged.

"Lot of kids get on my bus around that time," Kory replied.

"Guy was shoplifting, probably got on last minute, definitely winded," Emma said, trying to jog his memory.

"Look, no disrespect, but if I remembered everyone got on my bus, I'd quit and go to Atlantic City," he said.

"Does your bus have security cameras? We wanna see the tapes," Killian said. He nodded.

"Sure. Just flash your badges at Sonia. She'll get you what you need," he replied, gesturing to the woman in the glass booth nearby.

"Thanks," Emma replied. He nodded and went back to his bus.

"Guess your calling's trying to send us on a wild goose chase," Killian mentioned.

"There's always a reason, Killian," she replied.

"Look, you don't have to help if you don't want to," she added.

"Now I'm curious," he replied.

"So, those shadows Henry sees…" he mentioned.

"What about them?" Emma asked.

"What if they're not supposed to make us doubt the callings? What if they're another warning, like the fire?" he asked. She looked at him and sighed.

"Yeah…I guess it could mean that something terrible is coming," she admitted.

~*~

"She's beautiful…" Leopold mentioned, as Margaret held their infant daughter.

"Her name is Eden," she replied.

"That's a beautiful name," he said.

"I loved your mother, Margaret…and I love you. I just became lost in the world of high finance. Losing your soul to money and greed is something that can happen so easily.

Your mother tethered me…but when she died, Cora helped lead me further down that path," he admitted.

"And I'm supposed to believe you just woke up one day and realized this?" she asked.

"The arrest…and the revelation of what Cora did was jarring, to say the least," he replied.

"The scandal of the whole thing…the company tanked and I was forced out of my own company," he added. They were surprised by that.

"The news of it will break this evening," he added. Margaret scoffed.

"So that's why you're here…your money is gone and they'll soon start seizing your assets," she hissed.

"I'm not here for sympathy…really I'm not. I had enough of my own personal wealth left to purchase a house upstate. It's in a very small and quiet town. I'll be there,

hopefully to do a little soul searching. I just wanted you to know where I am and that if you ever need somewhere to…lay low, all of you, there will be a place," he replied, as he stood up.

"Okay…well, good luck," Margaret said. She wasn't sure how to react to all of this. He left and she shut the door.

"I didn't know what to say…" she said.

"And no one can blame you for that. He was absent at best most of your life and then when he did try to be a part of your life, he tried to control you and separate us," he

replied. She nodded.

"I hope he's sincere…but I can't trust him yet," she said.

"Nor should you. No one is going to blame you if you still want nothing to do with him," he said, as he kissed her forehead. She smiled and they continued to dote on their little one.

"Come on…let's get this one ready for her checkup this afternoon," she said, as they got up and went to get ready for their appointment.

~*~

"Hey, you find something?" Emma asked Ruby, as she helped search through the surveillance footage.

"Yeah, I'm never sitting on a bus again. People are disgusting," Ruby replied.

"Thanks for the PSA. Any leads on the shoplifter?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, we have three kids who match your description of the runner," Ruby responded, as she pulled up the youths in question.

"Yeah, that's him," Emma pointed out and Ruby zoomed in.

"All right. He got off at...Franklin High," she said.

"Forward me a screenshot," Emma requested.

"Done. I'll call the principal and send it over for an ID," she said, before looking at her.

"So, how was your little walk down memory lane?" Ruby asked.

"It's good to be friends again, thank you for asking," Emma replied.

"I don't have many friends who would infiltrate a hate group for me," Ruby said.

"No, he's a cop. He's just doing his job," Emma refuted.

"Yeah, well, that maybe explains the undercover part, but that awful haircut, that's true love," Ruby teased. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Okay…just call the Principal. I'm heading over there," the blonde replied, as her partner smirked and picked up the phone.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #AU #Manifest #with a Once twist #romance #adventure #mystery #family #Mr. Gold #Neal Cassidy #Regina Mills #Emma #Henry #Lightning in a Bottle

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Day 2: Breeding Kink

Day 2 of Kinktober and… I got carried away with this one. The others are not going to be nearly as long as this one, so you guys are gonna be spoiled with this. I hope you enjoy it! Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ only content. Some warnings for violence and blood mentioned, though nothing too graphic. PinV sex, unprotected, consensual, nonhuman character, exophilia, slight hint of biting kink

Tags: Dilf!werewolf x reader, exophilia, kinktober

Moonlight Through Colored Leaves

When you’d first moved to the tiny Irish town in the middle of nowhere, you’d originally hoped to escape the family drama that haunted you back in America. Thanks to your grandfather’s Irish immigration, you’d been able to get an Irish citizenship and move relatively easily. So, you’d packed your bags, only told your grandfather where you were going, and boarded the first flight to Ireland you could catch.

You’d quietly made your way to your grandfather’s tiny hometown far out in the countryside, and moved into the long-since abandoned house that had belonged to your ancestors before. Though it had been run down and you’d had to do some major repairs and cleaning, you’d finally made a cozy cottage on the outskirts of the small village-like town.

The town had been quite welcoming and friendly, and you’d quickly found a job working at the local town pub as a waitress. Your boss had been very welcoming, and you’d earned favor from your coworkers and boss for your hard work and quiet, unassuming diligence. The pay was good, and you found yourself growing comfortable in the sleepy town life, meeting your neighbors and getting familiar with the town dynamics.

You’d just gone in for your shift of the day when conversation caught your ear. You put on your waitress apron, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and walking out to the bar to grab your tray.

“Did you hear about the news?” Jaina asked, arms propped on the countertop. “I mean, about that Romanian vamp that landed on Scotland the other day. Word is that he’s headed this way.”

“Well why would it want teh come here?” Sean snorted. “We’re out in teh middle o’ nowhere, Janie, t’ere ain’t not’in’ here t’at it would want.”

“Well didn’t you hear that apparently they’re expecting Agent Blue to be chasing it down with the Dullahan?” Jaina hissed. “Why wouldn’t they come over here?”

You hid your discreet grimace, instead walking out in front of the bar. To your delight and surprise, you found yourself facing a familiar little figure sitting at the bar in a corner. The little girl caught sight of you and squealed, waving.

You went over to her giving her a hug. “Well hello there, Miss Morrigan,” you greeted cheerfully. “How are you this fine evening? Having a drink?” you teased, noticing the glass of juice near her notebook.

She giggled, nodding. “Yeah! I’m with Daddy today,” she answered, feet kicking against the bar. She turned her head to see the bartender approaching. “Daddy!” she said excitedly. “Look, it’s the nice neighbor lady I told you about!”

You looked up to see Lysander Sullivan standing there, polishing a glass with a cloth. He gazed down at his daughter with a fond look deep in his eyes, then turned to look at you, his ice blue eyes meeting yours.

“Is that so?” he asked, his deep voice a low rumble in the relatively quiet bar. It hadn’t gotten to heavy traffic times, so there weren’t many people around yet. His grey-flecked hair had been swept back into an elastic band, and his beard had been neatly trimmed.

You gave him a small, shy smile, a little embarrassed. Though you knew that the man lived next to your property, you’d been a bit timid about approaching him. He was a kind enough gentleman from everything you’d seen and heard, and he’d watched out for you as you worked, but you didn’t see any reason why he’d be interested in any further contact with you. After all, you were a younger woman in your mid-twenties that lived alone.

“Yeah! She helps me with homework sometimes,” Morrigan prattled on, “and she lets me water her flowers!”

You laughed a little, feeling the color splash across your cheeks. “Well, I certainly enjoy the little Queen’s company,” you admitted. You’d heard some of the other workers gossip about Lysander, saying that he was a single father to nine-year-old Morrigan and that her mother had died in a tragic accident. You didn’t really know, and you’d tried not to pry or overhear too much. The man had a right to privacy, just like you had things you were running from as well.

“Thank you for looking out for the little cub,” Lysander said, a small smile crossing his face. He mellowed out around his daughter, his love clear in how he interacted with her.

“Of course. It’s a delight,” you said, smiling at Morrigan. “She’s a smart little cookie, aren’t you, Queenie?” you asked, tugging at her pigtail teasingly.

She giggled. “Yeah!” Then she tilted her head at you. “Are you working with Daddy tonight?” she asked curiously.

“O-oh, well, sort of,” you stammered, taken aback a little. “He works behind the counter, but I serve people out there,” you said, motioning to the tables. “So I guess we do, in a way.”

Morrigan nodded sagely. “Ohhh, so you do the food and Daddy does the drinks.” She nodded, satisfied at her conclusion. “Oh, I’m making a drawing! I want you to see it later, when I’m finished,” she said, tugging at your sleeve.

You smiled. “Of course, Queenie. You just let me know and I’ll pop by when I have a moment, alright?” you promised.

She nodded, turning back to her notebook and picking up her crayons again. Tongue poked out, she diligently returned to her masterpiece. You gave her a fond smile, noting the way the soft lights made a halo in her blonde hair.

“She’s such an angel,” you murmured, grabbing some straws from the bar to stick into your pocket.

“Aye, that she is.” Lysander’s comment almost startled you. He glanced at you across the bar, the sleeves of his crisp maroon button-up rolled halfway up his arms. “I apologize for not bein’ a better neighbor,” he remarked.

You blinked, then reached up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh, no— not at all,” you blurted, then gave him a chagrined smile. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. I’d met Morrigan when she was coming back from school, since I was in the front yard. She just… hopped on over, so I said hi. Honestly I should have introduced myself better, but…” You bit your lip. “I just kept putting it off because I didn’t want to bother you…”

He blinked, then chuckled slightly, as though surprised. “An’ here I thought it was ‘cause you didn’t really like me for some reason,” he said, amusement laced in his tone.

You gave him a horrified look. “Oh! Not at all!” You shook your head with a sigh, tugging mournfully at your ponytail. “I’m… notoriously bad at meeting people for the first time,” you groaned. “I just get nervous and tongue tied and I don’t know how to interact and… ugh.” You winced. “I am sorry, Mr. Sullivan. I should be a better neighbor, especially since I somehow got to know your daughter.” You half-laughed at yourself.

He waved you off. “I’m just glad you get along with Mor,” he chuckled. “She speaks endlessly about you. Seems like you’ve impressed her.”

You looked up at him, genuinely surprised. “Really?” you wondered, glancing at the girl. Then you smiled. “Well, I’m flattered. She’s such a smart, curious girl. I’m rather honored that she’d find me interesting.” You breathed a laugh, then glanced up at him. “I should get to my station, but… if you don’t mind, would it be alright if I swung by tomorrow to say hi and properly introduce myself?”

He nodded calmly. “Of course. She gets back home from school at three, if you wanted to catch her as well.”

You nodded, propping the tray on your hip. “Thank you! I’ll do that. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll stop procrastinating and actually start working,” you laughed, and walked off with a wave.

The night progressed relatively smoothly, customers rotating in and out with regulars stopping by. The crowds ebbed and flowed, sometimes more rowdy and sometimes more calm. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere and the liveliness of it all. Despite it being a pub, and an Irish one at that, the town was small and most people knew everyone else. Plus, Lysander was the bartender for more than one reason. Everyone knew that making trouble of any sort was not tolerated and had force to back it up.

You occasionally popped by Morrigan’s place at the bar, either to have a chat or to admire the progress she’d made on her drawing. And throughout the night, your worries started to mount the more gossip you heard around the pub. Some of them had heard confirmation that the Romanian vampire gone mad was making a beeline for Ireland, though no one seemed to know why. There were even more rumors that Agent Blue, the famous Will-o-the-Wisp, was after the rampaging Pricoli. And still others said that the Scott Pack would be making a reappearance.

Once you’d finished your shift and helped close up shop, you started the trudge back to your cottage down the road. It wasn’t a far walk, really, and it gave you some time to think and clear your head from the smells of the pub. Reaching up, you pulled your hair free from the ponytail and sighed, shoulders slumping.

You’d come to Ireland to escape your problems, but it felt like they were all closing in on you as the days went by. As you got home and got ready for bed, you wondered if it was asking too much to hope for some peace.

Instead, you distracted yourself by trying to think of something to make for the Sullivans the next day. You didn’t want to go empty handed, after all. Maybe some bread-?

You fell asleep thinking about it.

You’d just lifted your hand to knock when the door flung open. Morrigan practically tackled you, wrapping her arms around your waist with a shriek of greeting.

Laughing, you balanced yourself and wrapped an arm around her. “Well hello, Queenie,” you greeted. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

She grabbed your hand and dragged you in, chattering happily about her day at school. “Oh, and you should have heard how everyone laughed!” She interrupted herself as she led you into the kitchen. “Daddy, she’s here!” she called.

Trying to balance the homemade sourdough in one hand while still holding Morrigan’s with the other, you looked up to give Lysander a helpless smile. “Hello, Mr. Sullivan,” you greeted, a little breathlessly.

He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in amusement. “Well hallo, Miss,” he greeted back, wiping his hands with a towel. “Mor, why don’t you let her set the plate down before anything drops,” he said, shaking his head.

Morrigan let go of your hand, bouncing up and down. “Ooh, what is it?”

You offered it to Lysander, a little flustered. “I… well, I didn’t really want to come without an offering, so… I made some homemade sourdough,” you offered, a little awkwardly. “I hope you like it, it’s a fresh batch, still warm.”

He took it from you with a nod. “Thank you. We love sourdough, don’t we, Mor?” He seemed far more comfortable in his own home, less stoic and stern than in the pub.

Morrigan nodded, throwing up her hands with a cheer. “Yeah!” She danced around. “I love bread!” Then she grabbed your hand again. “Oh, oh, you gotta come see my room! Daddy just made me a new desk, and it’s really nice and shiny!”

Lysander waved you off as you turned to him. “Go ahead. Oh, I was going to invite you to dinner,” he added. “If you’d like. The food is almost done, actually. Your bread will be a perfect addition.”

You smiled. “I’d be honored. Thank you.” Then you let Morrigan drag you away.

By the time Lysander called for you both, you’d been given the official tour of her room and had happily listened to her tell stories of what she’d done at school and the projects she planned to do in the coming days. The little girl always cheered you up with her bright and cheerful presence. If anything, it eased your heart to see the little girl clearly so healthy and happy with her Father. She openly adored him, quite the Daddy’s girl.

As the three of you sat down at the table, you realized with a slight start that you’d never felt so comfortable in Ireland as you did in this moment. It felt… right, like you’d finally come home.

“Thank you for the food,” you said, giving Lysander a grateful smile. “It looks amazing.” The soup simmered in the bowls, while the sourdough bread had been cut into slices and set by the butter.

He nodded. “Thank you for the bread.” He passed the steamed potatoes, and everyone dug into the meal.

You let out a soft hum of contentment as you ate, enjoying the rich flavors and the homey comfort food. Clearly Lysander was a good cook, and you almost envied Morrigan for being able to come home to this every night. Not that you weren’t a good cook yourself, but you supposed company really did make a difference.

“The bread is so good!” Morrigan chirped, taking a giant bite of the bread slathered in butter.

You laughed softly. “I’m glad, Queenie. Take it slow,” you warned, worried she’d choke. “The bread isn’t going anywhere.”

She nodded, scarfing down her food. “Oh, oh, Daddy, cartoons are on soon! Can I please go watch? I did all my homework!”

Lysander nodded. “Alright. Go take your dishes to the sink.”

“Thank you! Morrigan cheered, sliding down from her chair and carefully taking the dishes. She trotted to the kitchen, then got herself a glass of juice and went to go to the living room.

You realized with a slight start that this was the first time you’d been alone with Lysander. Looking down at your spoonful, you wondered if you should maybe ask him the questions that pressed on your mind. Perhaps he would know. Then again… it’s not as though he were related to your grandfather’s clan… and not to mention, most of the people in the town didn’t even know that you were aware of the nonhuman community. In fact, you were rather positive that your coworkers thought you didn’t.

“If I may ask, what brought you to this small town?” Lysander asked, his voice calm and mellow. His blue eyes glanced up at you, and the question died on your tongue.

“Oh… family history, actually,” you admitted with a smile. “And, well…” You shrugged lightly. “I needed to get away for a while. I wanted a fresh start, somewhere where people didn’t really know me.”

“Understandable.” He nodded. “I essentially did the same with Morrigan when we moved here a few years ago.”

You hummed, reaching for a piece of bread. He handed you the butter, and you gently grasped the sleeve of his flannel for a moment. “You’ve got a bit on your clothes,” you said, wiping the smeared butter off with a napkin. You’d just let go when your fingers brushed across his briefly as you took the butter. You didn’t notice the way he froze, his movements jerky as he pulled his hand back.

“Thank you.” He cleared his throat. “Do you— I mean, does any of your family still live here?”

You shook your head. “Not exactly. But technically, my extended family is here. My grandfather immigrated from Ireland to America, where I was born, but through marriage there are still people here I’m technically connected to.” You shrugged. “I haven’t really gotten in contact with them, though. They probably don’t know me that well,” you laughed with a rueful shrug. You glanced at him for a moment. “I bet it’s even harder when you have children.”

He glanced toward the living room, where the faint sound of the cartoons floated through the house. “Well, I suppose,” he admitted thoughtfully. “Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. She’s my life, really.”

You lowered your eyes to your plate, unable to deny how your chest tightened at the way his voice softened when he spoke of his daughter. You’d always tried to forget how much you’d been attracted to the older man. You’d only ever dated once, and while he’d been nice enough and it had ended cordially, you still hadn’t been able to forget the lingering feeling of disappointment you’d had from the experience. You’d known, after that, that it would either be a long time before you ever tried dating again or it would have to be to someone whose maturity at least matched yours. And, unfortunately for you, that tended to mostly apply to men past their forties.

You really did try to forget how Lysander ticked all the boxes.

“I can see why.” You smiled. “She’s really precious.” Your eyes slid toward the living room. “Does she… inherit from you?”

Lysander looked up, his gaze suddenly piercing as he stared at you openly.

You gave him a faint smile. “I don’t talk much about it, but my grandfather comes from the local O’Connor Faoladh Tribe,” you said calmly, taking another sip of the soup.

His shoulders relaxed, the hard edge in his expression melting away. “Ah. Yes, she does. But she hasn’t fully shifted yet. It will be another year, we think. Are you-?”

You shook your head. “Oh, no. It’s funny, really,” you said thoughtfully, motioning with your spoon. “My grandfather is Faoladh, and my mother’s side of the family is a lycanthrope pack.” Your lips twitched. “And somehow, I got the recessive genes and ended up a simple Seer.”

His eyebrow raised. “Not so simple, I’d think,” he remarked. “Aren’t Seers rather uncommon now?”

You shrugged. “For a reason. There’s plenty of potential but not many who actively practice anymore. The price is heavy for knowledge like that.”

He gave you a discerning look. “Is that what you’re running from?”

Your silver spoon clinked softly as you set it down on the edge of the plate. “I suppose you could say that,” you murmured. Your eyes closed as you shoved away the memories of distant screaming, the crackle of fire, crimson splashed across stone floors— “Or maybe toward something.” After all, you mused, there had been a reason you’d felt drawn to your grandfather’s homeland, and town in particular. And of course, you’d never been one to fight Fate too hard.

“Perhaps so,” he conceded. Then he stood. “May I take your plate?”

“Oh— please, let me help.” You stood, taking your dishes and starting towards the kitchen. “At least let me wash or dry.”

When you finally got back home, you sat down on the couch and buried your face into your hands. Seeing Morrigan and Lysander together had stirred up old memories you’d long since tried to forget. Old desires that you’d thought you’d given up on: hopes and dreams of a family to call your own.

You crawled into bed, everything inside you aching. After all, what could a Seer with a cursed fate possibly offer anyone?

The night the Dullahan rode into town, you’d just started closing up the pub on night shift duty.

They’d ridden in, followed by the famous Agent Blue clad in his dark robes and carrying his lantern over his shoulder. He strode in the door, followed by the Dullahan. At first, you hadn’t even noticed the other figure trailing behind them.

Your Boss, Dorian, had walked out of the back room to greet them. He, of everyone in the town, was the only one to know of your heritage, as the elected leader of the supernatural community in the town. He nodded to the group as they entered.

“Welcome, Dullahan, Agent Blue.” He nodded at them, shaking the Will-o-the-Wisp’s hand.

“Greetings in return, Chief Dorian,” Agent Blue replied, his face still covered by the hood. “Apologies for the intrusion. I’m sure you’ve heard of the Pricoli that’s been running amok all over the Isles.”

Dorian nodded. “We certainly have. I assume you’ve come on a hunt.”

“We have. And I’ve brought someone with me.” Agent Blue turned, motioning towards the back of the group.

You’d been distracted, still working on trying to finish clearing up and getting out of the way. If your boss had asked, you were ready to offer to serve the new guests as well, giving Lysander a glance that he returned with a small nod.

It wasn’t until you straightened and turned around, finished, that you heard a familiar, startled voice call your name. Turning, you looked up and saw, to your shock, a very familiar face staring at you. You froze as the figure lunged forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. After a moment, you awkwardly hugged him back, mind whirling.

“What are you doing here?” Your younger brother stared at you incredulously, holding your arms. “I didn’t even know you left home! Last I heard you were still there.”

You grasped his sleeves, disoriented. “O-Oh. Ray,” you gasped, processing. “I—“ You suppressed a flinch. “I just… moved into grandfather’s old cottage,” you stammered, then looked down. “I had to get away,” you said quietly. “It was too much.”

Of all your family, you knew that Ray would best understand. He’d been the only one to really stand up for you back home, try to support you as best as he could, being a younger sibling. When everyone else constantly reminded you of your Fate, your Destiny, Ray had been the only one who had encouraged your personal hopes and dreams, had listened to your fears and worries.

He sighed. “I mean, I can’t blame you,” he said, shaking his head. “Still… does anyone know?”

You scoffed slightly, turning your head away. “Only Grandfather ever cared about me besides you, Ray. There’s no one else who probably even asked.” You shrugged. “How is school?” You’d been the one to support him when he decided to move to Scotland to attend University. He, too, had wanted to escape home.

He grinned. “Pretty great, actually!” Then he glanced behind him. “Turns out my best mate is actually one of Agent Blue’s sons, so when the whole Pricoli thing went down, I offered to be his in to the Faoladh Tribe here. For formality, y’know.” He shrugged. “I remembered what Grandfather had always taught us about how picky Faoladh are about tradition.”

You nodded. “Yeah…” You huffed slightly. “Technically only the people in here right now even know that I’m a part of the supernatural community,” you said dryly.

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s some dedication to keep it quiet. How has the local gossip train not found you out yet?”

You snorted. “Maybe because I’ve always been quiet and kept my mouth shut.” You rolled your eyes at him, though a smile twitched on your lips. “And we both know who never can.”

He playfully cuffed your shoulder. Then he grinned. “Oh, but guess what?” His eyes sparkled. “I found my Mate!”

Your eyes widened. “Really?” Your heart lightened for him, happy that your younger brother had finally found his Mate. “Does she know yet?”

He shook his head, face falling a little. Well, not yet. I mean, I’ve kinda only just met her and all, so… and it’s kinda awkward, cause…” He winced. “Well, she’s my best mate’s younger sister.”

You gave him an incredulous look, then sighed, shaking your head. “Well, good luck with that one, Ray,” you snorted. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the situation with that one.”

He shrugged. “I know, but…” His grin turned goofy. “She’s so pretty. You should see her. She’s even pretty sassy, kinda like you are with me.”

You laughed softly, patting his arm. “Well, I’m glad I was able to catch up with you. If you need a place to stay, you know my house is always open to you.”

He nodded. “Thanks, sis. I should probably head back. I don’t know what else they might want me for.” He paused, then gave you an odd look. “Have you… found anyone?”

You blinked at him, startled. “What? Ray, you know what my Fate says.” You frowned.

An odd expression crossed his face, then he shook his head. “Yeah, I know. Just… don’t forget the promise you made me.”

You sighed. “I won’t, Ray.” As if you ever could, you thought with a hint of bitterness. He wouldn’t let you.

He squeezed your hand, slipping a piece of paper into your grasp. “Text me. I wanna keep in touch.”

You nodded, pocketing the note. “Thanks. Good luck, Ray. Stay safe.”

He nodded, then jogged back to Agent Blue with a wave. You were left to stand there, your heart sinking with every step he took away from you. Everything was lining up far too well. Though you’d vainly hoped to escape from the Fate that had hung over your head for so long, it seemed as though you’d just walked right into it instead.

Turning back to the bar, you quietly packed up your things. Bidding Lysander goodnight, you checked to make sure Dorian didn’t need you and headed back for home.

It was only a matter of time.

Rain splattered against the ground, heavy and thick like a curtain. Shielding your eyes from the drops, you pushed yourself to run, faster, as fast as you could. There was no time left to think.

The vision you’d had kneeling under the large Fae Maypole tree you’d found in the forest nearby kept flashing through your mind, insistent and horrific. Your Fate loomed, past and future meshing into the present in ways you could hardly stand. You’d thought you’d been running, cowardly but maybe safe from the Sword of Damocles—but now here you were, fallen headlong into the trap of the Fate you’d known since childhood would claim your life.

And yet your feet would not stop running, pushing you forward without hesitation. Was this not worth it? Was this Fate—this Fate that you’d feared for so long, hated and loathed and tried in futility to escape—was it truly so horrendous? Now that you were here? In this moment of truth?

You barreled up the steps, slamming your shoulder against the door without a pause. It broke, sending you headlong across the threshold to skid across the carpet. Ignoring the burn on your arm, you looked up as you heard a scream. Morrigan’s face stared at you, sheet white as she curled up in fear by the foot of the couch.

Jacking yourself up, you didn’t take time to glance behind you. “Mor, into the safe room,” you gasped, “your Daddy sent me, okay? I need you to get in the safe room, now.”

She nodded shakily, bravely scrambling to her feet and running towards the safe room that Lysander had made for her. Nothing would get through the doors, you knew, once they locked. You waited until you heard the lock click, then turned and scrambled back out the busted door.

In the empty area between your houses, out on the outskirts of the town, everything seemed oddly distant yet crystal clear. Your memories nudged at you, whispering about the deja vu that filled your every pore at the sight of the green, rolling grass and the relentless rain that poured over everything. In the distance, the red glare of a fire fueled by gas and undaunted by rain began to dominate the color of the sky.

It didn’t surprise you when cold fingers wrapped around your throat, leaving mottled bruises to bloom against your skin. You stood still, knowing that any movement might crush your throat. You may have been Fated to die, but not until you’d finished your task.

The enraged Pricoli snarled, hissing in your ear. “I know he sent you to hide her,” he sneered. “You helpless, pitiful Seer. For all your preeminence, did you not find a way to best me?” he barked a laugh, maniacal and loud. “You useless Seers and your cursed fates—and for what? A single moment of ruined glory?”

Your breath shallowed, airflow restricted. Agent Blue, several Dullahan, your brother, Dorian, and Lysander all emerged from the tree line, pausing as they saw you being held hostage. You closed your eyes for a moment as the icy hands constricted around your throat even further.

“Tell me where she is, and you get to live, Seer,” he snarled, his face nearing your ear. “She is my perfect match, my BloodSong. She is fated to be mine, my apprentice!” he howled. “Give her to me, my right!” His nails started to lengthen, turning into claws, digging against your skin. “Or I’ll drink you dry first and use you as fuel to take these maggots down.”

You brother’s face had gone ashen in horror, staring at you as though trying to deny his own eyes. His face twisted in despair.

“I’ll never give her up to you,” you answered, aware that everyone could hear you despite the rain. You tilted your head up, letting the rain wash over your face. “I am a Seer,” you declared, loudly, proud of it for the first time in your life. “And I embrace the Curse of my Fate. I pay the price gladly, if it means the power to make sure you never lay a finger on her.”

The Pricoli snarled, the rage almost audibly warping his voice into something demonic. “Then meet your Fate, Seer.”

Your knees gave out the moment his fangs ripped into your jugular. Strangely enough, the pain wasn’t even that bad, you mused hazily. Your eyes—were they blurred by tears or the rain?—rolled up to see your brother, mouth open as he reached for you. Even Lysander, white fur matted and soaked, had his maw open as his snout pointed to the sky.

Distantly, you could hear screaming. A roar, loud, tumbling through your chest, rattling into the ground. The crackling of fire. Everything started to get.. so… cold. Vaguely, as the hand shoved you forward and you landed against the ground, you could see out of the corner of your eye the Pricoli hunch forward. Despite the pain, the numbness… your lips curled in a vindictive smile.

The crimson eyes turned to you, a horrified anger sweeping through them as they landed on your twisted grin. A cold hand went up to his throat, and the Pricoli started to choke. His body lurched, tongue lolling as he gagged on your blood, his veins starting to light from the inside out with a toxic green. Slowly, agonizingly, he fell to his knees, his face contorted in a paroxysm of agony as he choked on your blood, your concentrated inherent magic tearing him apart from the inside out.

Your limbs felt sluggish as you forced yourself up, your ears ringing. Reaching up, you pressed your hand to your ruined neck and staggered to your feet, starting to lurch away from the destroyed corpse of the Pricoli. Warmth smeared across your skin, and every breath sent needles raking down your throat and into your lungs. Your feet stumbled, and before you realized it, you were leaning against something broad and firm.

Two icy blue eyes stared down at you, claws wrapping around your arms. Strangely enough, though, you didn’t fear that grasp. Lysander’s maw moved, you noticed faintly, but all you could hear was the persistent ringing in your ears. Vaguely, you reached up, your fingers clumsily landing on the side of his snout. Red smeared his fur, and your arm dropped down numbly to your side.

With the last of your strength, you forced your mouth to form the words that your shattered throat couldn’t say. Tell her goodbye.

The world spun into crimson.

Shivering, you shook your head as you curled into the corner that you’d pressed yourself into. Tears burned behind your eyes, and you heard your breath start to rasp and wheeze, rattling your throat.

Your brother’s face crumpled as he stared at you. “Please,” he begged, his voice wavering. “You need to drink.”

Agent Blue rested his hand on Ray’s shoulder. “Take it easy, son,” he said, voice firm but compassionate. “She’s understandably frightened. Even though she’s successfully gone through the change to being a damphyr, she’s had quite the scare and probably doesn’t want to feed.”

“But she needs to!” Ray exclaimed, frustration lacing his voice. “She’s already hurting.”

It was driving you insane. The pure power of the Will-o-the-Wisp’s blood was calling to you like a tempting beacon, and your brother’s hot blood practically screamed at you. The thirst flared in your throat, an ache so powerful you wanted to gag. It was like sandpaper. But you didn’t want to feed from them. You didn’t want to risk losing control, didn’t want to didn’t want to didn’t want to—

“I’ll take care of her.” Lysander stepped into the room. He turned to Ray. “She gave her life to save my daughter. This is the least I can do. I promise she’ll be in good hands.”

Your brother paused, then sighed, shoulders slumping. “I know you will, Sir,” he said, defeated. “I just…” He glanced over at you, eyes reflecting his misery.

Lysander reached out, squeezing Ray’s shoulder. “I understand,” he said quietly.

Ray nodded, then approached you again carefully. “Hey.” His voice softened. “I know you probably don’t want me around. But you have my number. Please, just… contact me when you’re ready, ok? You know I’ll be here for you, like I always have been. I’m gonna go back to Scotland, but you know how to reach me if you need anything. I won’t tell any of the family that you’re here.”

Swallowing back the drool, you tentatively reached out and barely ghosted your fingers against his cheek, hoping your eyes would convey your thanks. You just… needed space. Away from him, to control yourself, get yourself together.

But his expression turned a little more hopeful, and he nodded. “Love you, sis,” he said quietly. “Please… live.” With a small smile, he stood and followed Agent Blue out of the room.

With a quiet whine, you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to push past the unbearable, insistent pain scratching down your throat. Your throat roared for a drink. Your eyes snapped open when you heard Lysander approach. Though you didn’t know why, his presence always sent you into an absolute panic, though not of fear. Your thirst around him seemed to impossibly skyrocket. Like something about him drove you crazy.

He knelt, his blue eyes fixed on yours. He reached out slowly, giving you a chance to move away. Instead, your body froze, entirely fixating on the way his plaid shirtsleeve pulled tight around his arm, rolled up to his elbow. You swallowed thickly, his blood an absolute siren call. You could smell it, practically taste it. Dripping down your throat, into your veins, ambrosia sweet and thick— Drool slipped down the corner of your mouth, past the pressure of fangs against your lips.

Lysander’s eyes strained. “I know what it does to you,” he said quietly. “Just the fact that you’re not lunging for me right now is…” He sighed, his other hand raking through his hair. “I don’t know if I’m impressed or-“ His lips twisted as he cut himself off, as though conflicted. “There’s a reason why my blood calls to you.” He settled himself in front of you, making you want to scream as both relief and a frenzy of want roared through you.

“Of course, Mor is my daughter,” Lysander said, his voice low as he looked down at the floor between you. “But her Mother was… not my true Mate.” He sighed. “I didn’t really care, because I loved her. But she… well, she left me. Didn’t want Mor, didn’t want… me.” A self-depreciating smile passed across his face. “But it was okay, I had Mor and I only wanted the best for her. But still… somewhere inside me, I knew that my true Mate was out there somewhere.”

You almost couldn’t focus, his proximity almost painful because he was too far, and yet not close enough—

“And then you appeared, and Mor started to love you, and I—“ He sighed, hand reaching up to cover his face. “And I didn’t know if I wanted to run or stay.” His shoulders slumped. “Seeing you with Mor, working with you, talking with you… every moment I spend with you near is like agony, but when you leave it’s like you take a part of me with you and I can’t breathe.”

Abruptly, your mouth went dry, shocked almost clear out of bloodlust. Wait, was he saying-?

“I told myself that you’d be better off without me,” Lysander admitted, voice thick. “I’m… not young any more. You’re beautiful and— and you have so much more promise, a whole life ahead of you… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’d gone for so long without my true Mate, I thought I’d be fine. But when I saw you lying on the ground…” He turned his face away, jaw ticking, a wild, feral light in his eyes. A low snarl rumbled through his chest, dissolving into a whine he quickly cut off.

He looked back up at you. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel… obligated to do anything. But you deserve to know the reason why my blood calls to you so strongly, and why— why I want you to drink from me. Why I don’t mind.”

Your mind whirled. The permission. The heady scent of his blood. The warmth he promised. The realization that he was calling you his true Mate. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing he’d ever wanted.

Reaching up, you clapped your hand over your mouth with a half-sob of desperation. You wanted it. You practically ached for it, the kindness and love he offered. The promise of a family, a home, someone who had seen you at your worst and still somehow wanted you.

“Please,” Lysander rasped, his eyes laced with that same desperation roiling in his gut. “You don’t even have to accept me as a Mate. But you need to feed, and I—“

You were at your limit. You’d already taxed yourself as a newborn damphyr somehow trying to resist the frenzy of the first feed, and now that your Mate was in front of you, offering freely, practically begging you to feed from him, you could only take so much.

You lunged, a snarl dying on your lips as you lunged forward, the strength of your desperation actually knocking the seasoned werewolf down onto the floor. And still, even as you straddled his waist, your fingers curled around his shoulder, eyes fixed on the tempting expanse of his neck… you still tried to fight. Still tried to fight it, to control yourself.

But Lysander’s broad, warm hands gently wrapped around your waist, not fighting or pushing you off. The scar slashing across the left side of his face seemed to glow in the light streaming through the curtained window, and he gave you a smile.

“It’s okay,” he said, voice low and soothing. “I can handle it. I know you won’t hurt me.”

You shuddered, drool dripping down your fangs. Leaning forward slowly, you tried to keep yourself paced, tried to force yourself to some modicum of control. Mouth opening, you lowered your head until your fangs just barely grazed the crook of his neck and shoulder, not too close to his jugular but just enough.

The moment your fangs sank into his throat, Lysander’s fingers went weak around your waist. A deep groan pooled into the air, and a tremor ran through his body underneath you.

Heat pooled in your stomach, even as his blood slid down your throat with a satisfaction unparalleled. He tasted sweet and dusky, like fresh bread and sunshine, and freshly-cut grass after the rain. The pure heat and warmth he radiated soaked into you, and you felt the bloodlust slowly slake as you drank. Finally, you forced yourself to let go, vaguely aware with your instincts that you’d taken enough to not hurt him but probably still leave him a bit lightheaded for a moment.

The bite wound almost instantly healed over, and his grasp on your waist tightened again, fingers flexing as he regained his bearings.

You leaned your head against his chest, the gratitude and shame warring inside you. Grateful that he’d been so kind, so understanding and gentle. Ashamed of your own arousal, the way your entire being reacted to him.

Your name slipped from his lips, and a moment later his face pressed into your hair. His voice ached with the same torn desire that roiled through you. “I shouldn’t—“ He sucked in a sharp breath as you pressed your body flush against his. You could feel how tight his pants were, could feel the lines of his bulge pressed up against your thigh. A choked groan accompanied the way his hands spasmed around your waist.

“Mate.” The whisper slid from your mouth, the first thing you’d said aloud since your change. Your fingers clenched in his flannel shirt. “Mate… wants me?” Your voice cracked with your fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want to deal with you after all, that you weren’t worth it—

He pulled you closer to him, hand sliding to your hair. “So damn much, sweetheart,” he rasped, cradling your head to his shoulder. “You’re so goddamn beautiful and fierce— I don’t care if you’re human, Seer, damphyr. You’re my true Mate, my love.”

And you buried your face into his shoulder and let yourself shed a few tears of relief. He wanted you. Accepted you, in spite of everything.

“I know it’s not fair to ask you to stay,” his voice strained. “You gave your life for Morrigan, and I’m so much older—“

You reached up, your hands sliding up to cup his jaw as you slanted your lips over his, tears slipping down your cheeks. His mouth opened, kissing you back with a fervor as he splayed his hand over your lower back, pressing you into him. He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling through his chest and straight into your body. Your entire body flushed, and you let out a quiet whimper.

Almost before you could register it, he flipped you over onto the floor, hovering over you. His teeth bared, and he stared down at you with a heat in his eyes that scorched through you. His hands clenched around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his.

You whimpered, tilting your head to the side and exposing your throat to him, sprawled against the floor. Your chest heaved with breath, and a moment later his teeth closed gently on the arch of your neck. A soft breathy moan escaped your lips, eyes fluttering closed as his scent washed over you, his mouth marking your neck, replacing the memory of the Pricoli’s fingerprints mottled against your skin.

With an effort, Lysander wrenched himself away, though he half rutted against you. “Darling, I’m going to need you to tell me if you don’t want this,” he rasped, voice thick and half a snarl already.

“Lysander,” you whispered, lips caressing his name.

His hips stuttered, and he pulled you up against him before heaving himself up and staggering to the bed. He lowered you onto the bed, wasting no time before he practically yanked you to him, his hands hot and greedy. He kissed you, somehow still gentle and yet needy enough to take your breath away.

“May I?” He tapped your shirt.

You nodded shyly, letting him slide it off of you. You lifted your hips in an invitation, and he lowered his mouth to your neck as he slipped your shorts off. He groaned, hands sliding across your bared skin. His skin felt so hot to the touch against your chilled body, wholly satisfying. You practically melted into his hands like putty, malleable to however he touched you, moved you. He made you feel safe. Loved. Cherished. Wanted.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “So beautiful, leannen.” The Gaelic spilled naturally from his mouth as he slid his hands under your back, unhooking your bra. You let him slide it off, too desperate for the warmth of his hands to process embarrassment. His hands cupped your breasts, callouses rasping across your nipples in a way that left your breathless and aching.

You whimpered, a little encouraged by the way you felt his bulge throb against you at the sound. Fingers tangling in his shirt, you tilted your head for air, arching into his hands.

“Fuck,” Lysander hissed against your jaw, his hips rolling into you. His hands slid lower, and his thumbs hooked in your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded, fingers clenching against his shoulders as he slid them off. His shirt was already straining at the seams, threatening to rip. At your tug, he took a moment to reach down and practically rip his shirt off, tossing it uncaringly to the side as he opened his mouth against your neck.

You were already dripping, just his touch and scent enough to arouse you. Breath hissed through his teeth as his fingers dragged through your slick, just barely brushing past your clit. A whine escaped your lips as you shivered, fingers slipping against his chest.

“You smell so good,” Lysander groaned, one finger slipping into you as his thumb rubbed circles around your clit. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re wet. Can I take care of you?” he rumbled, teeth nipping at your ear. “You already gorged yourself on my blood. How about I fill you up with something else?”

You flushed, fangs sinking into your lower lip. “Please?” you whispered.

His ice blue eyes flashed, and his chest heaved under your hands. “Oh, are we a little desperate?” He smirked, sliding another finger into you, stretching you. “Want me to pull your legs up on my shoulders and keep you here all night?” He chuckled, feeling you pulse around his fingers. “Mmmm, I think your gorgeous body is being pretty honest, sweetheart. Well. I aim to please my Mate.”

You only had a moment to wonder when he’d managed to get his pants off. His fingers slid out of you, only for you to feel his cock rest heavily against your entrance. He slid against you, and you could feel a dribble of precum smear across your skin. One hand went to your waist, holding you, while his other found your clit again.

“Is this alright, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and suddenly soft. “I’m a bit of a stretch. I’ll try to go slow.”

With how wet you were, you sincerely doubted that he would find much of a problem. Still, you swallowed and nodded, grateful for his care and the way he tried, every step of the way, to make sure you were comfortable. Then again, you could already tell he wasn’t lying about how big he was. You could feel him resting against you, throbbing against your thigh. Slowly, he pressed just the tip into you, his breath shuddering.

Your lips parted in a gasp as he stretched you open, sliding into you. Compared to the chill of your body, his cock practically radiated heat. By the time he completely bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours, you’d already come so close to the edge, drool slipping from the corners of your lips. He seemed to completely fill you, pressing up against every spot inside of you until you swore he’d stretched you into his shape.

Lysander slumped over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. His entire body shuddered, and his hands clenched around your waist. His chest heaved against yours, muscles flexing as though he were physically holding himself back.

“Thank you.” The shaky whisper pooled against your skin. “For saving her. Giving your life for her. Thank you. For choosing me.”

Your fingers slid into his salt and pepper hair, relishing the stubble against your neck and shoulder. “I love you.” The confession spilled from your lips, quiet in the room.

He shuddered, letting out a low moan. His fingers clenched, just as he pulled you down further onto his cock, pressing up into you. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

“I love you, Lysander,” you repeated obediently, wholly truthful. Your core clenched around him, and he hissed, pulling out to thrust back into you.

“I love you,” he groaned, starting to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm. He reached down, then pulled your legs up around his hips. The new angle made you pulse as he seemed to reach impossibly deeper into you, angling up justenough to hit that one spot inside you that had you gasping and arching.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, picking up the pace. “Feels so good, sweetheart. So good.”

He suddenly reached behind you and grabbed a pillow, then lifted your hips up to prop it under you. Setting you back down, he shifted himself up and pulled your legs up to his shoulders.

A cry left your lips, utterly wrecked and broken. His cock completely filled you, fucking any semblance of coherence out of you, going so deep you swore you could feel it in your stomach. He seemed to know exactly how to read your body, adjusting to every whimper you let out, not giving you a break as he kept pounding into you with devastating precision.

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” he chuckled, the sound raking down your spine. “Is this what you want?” He thumbed your clit, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You gonna give Mor a little sibling? Taking me so well like this, spread open for me?”

The thought of adding more kids to your life, together with Lysander, proved to be the last straw for your poor mind. You came, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you cried out his name and the wave of heat and pleasure washed through your body.

And Lysander just kept fucking you through it, going harder as he pinned you against the sheets under him, not caring that your fingers raked against his shoulders. He bent to kiss you, murmuring your name in a husky voice that just wrecked you even more. He gave you no mercy, his gaze predatory as he stared down at you, soaking in your ruined expression.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Cum for me,” he murmured, coaxing you through your high.

Even when you rode it out, he didn’t slow down or let up the pace. “You gonna make me cum, darling? Can I cum inside you?”

A plea staggered off of your lips, followed by his name. Your jumbled, blissed-out mind wouldn’t allow you to do anything else, barely recalling your own name.

“Fuck— gonna cum, sweetheart— gonna fill you up—“ He let out a moan before his hips slammed into you one last time. He ground against you as he came, his bruising grip not letting you move an inch away from him.

You melted back into the bed, eyes closing as you soaked in the feeling of his seed filling you, pouring into you. Your fingers slid up the back of his neck as you lay there, docile and welcoming to his every move. Even when he’d finally stopped spilling into you, your stomach full and hot, he slumped against you.

His lips slid across your throat, soft and almost reverent, and he pulled you into his body. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, his hands running over you with gentle, loving strokes, soothing you.

“I promise I’ll do my best to protect you, treat you the way you should be,” he promised. “I love you so much, sweetheart.” Then he chuckled, hand running over your stomach. “I wonder if Morrigan will want a brother or a sister. She’s already going to be so excited to call you Mommy.”

You gave him a shy smile, accepting his soft kiss. “Thank you, Lysander,” you whispered. “I love you.”

Perhaps the price of your Fate had been high, you thought, but it had been entirely worth it.

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Affection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Spencer and Y/N decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it? Category: Angst / Happy Ending! + Humor and a lil bit of Fluff Content: Strong language, Reader is in a coma, mentions of injury, kissing Word Count: 2.6k

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NOTE: This one’s for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) September Writing Challenge, Enemies To Lovers! I have another one coming up as well, but this idea wouldn’t get out of my head ever since I watched The Abyss with my dad and I had to get it out 😅 I hope you like it!!

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I swear to fucking God, if this motherfucker really thinks he—

That was the last thing Y/N thought before she was knocked out cold.

With her line of work, it was natural to assume that she was thinking about the unsub, but unfortunately the criminal she and her team were tracking down was the farthest thing on her mind. Spencer would have chastised her for it— letting something else cloud her thoughts while she was in a dark alley, alone, and with a serial killer on the loose.

"You should be smarter than that!" she could hear him say in that high pitch he always carried when he was upset— especially with her. "If you don't get yourself killed one of these days, then it'll be the rest of us!"

Thinking about it made her blood boil.

"It's your fault," she wanted to tell him. "I had to blow off some steam because you were pissing me off!"

The only thing was... She couldn't tell him.

Well... She could.

He just couldn't hear her, because no one could.

It was like some stupid, cliché movie, where you found yourself standing over your dying body and having to choose whether to live or not. It seemed like the obvious choice, to fucking live, but... Y/N found herself wandering around her hospital room, yelling into the void and attempting to jump back into her own body.

Nothing was working.

And when Spencer showed up, his face red and his hair and clothes all messed up, she wanted to scream at him.

"Hey!"

Nothing. He was practically lifeless as he drifted to the chair next to her bed and sat down. It was nearly impossible to read from his expression and body language how he was feeling, and that alone was enough to make her angry again. (Not that the anger had really gone away since waking up next to her comatose body, of course.)

"Hey! Dumbass!"

Still nothing.

As Spencer just blankly stared down at Y/N's bed, she decided she'd had enough.

"SPENCER FUCKING REID, IF YOU DON'T HELP ME RIGHT NOW I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL HAUNT YOUR ASS UNTIL THE END OF ETERNITY, AND I'M GONNA LAY FAT, STINKIN' GHOST SHITS IN YOUR SHOES, DO YOU HEAR ME? AND—"

"I hate you."

It was a bold enough statement to stop Y/N in her tracks, no matter how quietly he'd mumbled it. She knew for sure that he didn't like her, after years of constant bickering and dirty glares and whatever else, but... The word 'hate' was like a knife that sliced through her joking rage and stopped the whole world around her.

If she wasn't already out of her own body, she just knew she would have felt her soul leave.

Spencer didn't hate anyone. Not that she was aware of, anyway. He found nearly everyone delightful, and vice versa... But for some reason, he hated Y/N.

She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well... Feeling's mutual, I guess..."

"You're stupid, and reckless, and you don't think. And you're a goddamn nightmare to work with... You know what— You're a stone-cold bitch."

His words made her physically step backwards, and it felt like if she were a cartoon, there might have been steam coming out of her ears.

"Yeah, well jokes on you, you make it easy," she seethed. "Fuck you!"

"How... How dare you..." he continued, anger reddening his face.

Y/N watched as he balled his fists and leaned in a little closer to her body, his voice tight and strained. "How dare you walk into my life and boss me around and make it impossible to breathe... From the moment I met you, you've brought out this... this fire in me that I can't put out no matter how hard I try, and it's insufferable—You're insufferable, and I hate you, how dare—"

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off by a shortness of breath. Spencer breathed in, loud and choked, and the next breath he let out was nothing short of a sob. His eyes squeezed shut, tears rolling down them and his hands clutched the bedsheets with a vigor and rage that Y/N had never seen from him, even in all the years she'd spent visibly getting on his last nerves.

"N—No," she choked out, feeling her throat tighten. "Don't... Don't turn into a sappy mess on me now, do you hear me, Reid? You hate me, don't... Don't..."

"I don't hate you," he whispered, wiping his eyes and reaching out to grab her lifeless hand. "I hate that you make me feel this way, but... I could never hate you..."

She wanted nothing more than to be able to squeeze his hand back, to tell him, not even necessarily with words but with a simple gesture, that she was right there and wasn't going to go anywhere.

She just... had to figure out how to make that true.

Still, Spencer kept going, a small laugh bubbling up through tears and phlegm. "But I will hate you if you die, because I just know you're gonna come back and haunt me for eternity... Probably... shit in my shoes or something."

Y/N barked a laugh that was true and pure... Happy, even.

The genius may have acted like he hated her, but it turns out he knew her pretty well, perhaps even fondly in one way or another.

To think— All those years she spent seeing him sneer at her, feeling his glare burn into her soul, the amount of times she caught him making faces or inappropriate gestures behind her back, all of it... And the whole time, he was probably doing it with a little flicker of fondness deep within the confines of his heart, which he swore to fill with nothing but hatred for her.

The thought made the little flicker in her own heart burn brighter.

As she wandered closer to her bed, beside Spencer and in front of her own body, she reached her hand out to see if she could touch his face, to give him something...

Even though she had no luck, something shifted when he spoke.

"Just... Come back to me, please? I know I'm not good at apologizing, but if it means I get you back... I swear that I will make up every horrible thing I've ever done or said to you. Just... Please don't leave me."

He laid his head down in his hands and tried not to cry again, every said horrible thing replaying on a loop in his brain like some kind of taunt. He wished more than anything for a chance to make it up to Y/N, and now he might not ever be able to.

"You think I'd leave this mortal earth without getting the chance to kick your ass?"

Everything was so fuzzy and light and brimming with these high emotions that Y/N almost didn't realize she was saying these words and Spencer was hearing them. She almost didn't feel the warmth of her bloodstream beneath layers of skin, the beat of her heart slowly coming back to life at the sounds and smells of the hospital room.

She almost didn't realize that Spencer was grabbing her now, his warm hands covering her cold ones and bringing them back to life as well.

"Screw you," he breathed with absolutely no malice to be detected in his voice.

They shared a smile so bright, no one would have been able to guess that they never got along.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Not only was she stuck at home doing nothing while on suspension (Yes, it turns out that storming off into an alley and not paying attention while on the job, just because a co-worker pissed you off, can get you suspended by Chief Strauss), but Y/N was also being visited by a daily rotation of her co-workers and friends and family, and her house was nearly covered in flower bouquets and baked goods.

It was a nightmare.

The sentiment was nice, sure, but if she had to move one more vase, she was going to start throwing them.

God, maybe Spencer was right, I am a stone-cold bitch...

Thinking of him also put a little damper on her mood.

He hadn't been to visit her once... And she figured that after their nice little moment at the hospital, he'd at least stop by with flowers or an "I'm glad you're not dead!" call, but there was nothing on his end. Not even a text message or a letter.

But for all she knew, their small moment of kindness could have been a figment of her concussed imagination.

Please, she thought, if I brought it up to him he'd probably just laugh in my face.

Rather than a laugh, Y/N heard the bright sound of her doorbell, which normally would have meant a fun unexpected visit or a date she was getting ready for, but by now it only meant another vase of flowers or a pie from a neighbor she still didn't remember the last name to.

Either way, she answered the door with as polite a smile as she could muster, and instead of finding a vaguely familiar neighbor or acquaintance, she found Spencer.

Though, to be fair, he was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Well, this is a surprise," Y/N drawled, crossing her arms. "I don't even think you've ever been to my house."

She was surprised to see him nervous around her, rather than irritated. And she would have found it endearing had they not been practically mortal enemies from the moment they met... She was suspicious.

"O—Oh, yeah... I know, I just thought... I wanted to come see how you were doing... These are for you."

He held out the flowers, which were truthfully the pretties set she'd received, and it irked her. Because of course he of all people would be the one to tell which kinds of flowers she'd prefer.

"Thanks," she said, taking them from him and allowing him the space to come inside. "Watch out, it's a maze in here..."

While she looked for somewhere to put the flowers on display, she could feel Spencer looking around her space, probably profiling what he could behind a sea of flowers.

"Hm."

Y/N sighed. "What?"

"Nothing. I'm just... I'm surprised this many people actually like you."

Despite the nature of his observation, she found it comforting. That level of playful contempt was what she was used to, and it brought a sparkle to her eye as she turned to face him. "Ha... I'm not a complete bitch, you know."

"Sure."

Between the growing grin on his face and the smirk forming on her own, Spencer and Y/N found themselves falling back into a familiar rhythm. And yet, something about it was still... different.

So much so that Y/N felt honest-to-God butterflies in her stomach when he approached, hands retreating from his pockets and head tilting off to the side. His expression held that look he got when he was trying to figure someone out, usually an unsub. She hated to admit it to herself, but a little part of her always found that side of him extremely attractive.

And now that it was right in front of her?

She didn't know what to make of it.

"What?" she snapped, looking for an excuse to hide any and all attraction she was feeling.

Spencer stepped back a little, breaking away from whatever trance he'd just been in. "God, why do you always have to do that?"

"Do what?"

"You push away every single show of affection! Any time I'm trying to be nice, you just act like it's some big inconvenience to you!"

Y/N laughed. "Ha! That's what that was? Just now? When you insulted me, and then started stalking towards me with that look you get when you're interrogating an unsub? That's what you call affection?"

"That's not... That's not what that was!"

"Oh really? Then what was it?"

"It was part of the routine! Banter! Y—You know, that's our thing! We insult each other, and we act like we hate each other but we... We don't, really..."

The longer he went on, the faster her heart raced. This was the moment in the movie where he inevitably blurted out that he loved her, and in turn she would either kiss him or slap him, or slap him and then kiss him...

But Y/N was still feeling rather playful despite the swarm of butterflies in her stomach begging for some relief.

"Oh?" she prompted, taking a slow step closer to him. "We don't?"

Spencer seemed to get red immediately, and he avoided her eyes. "U—Uh... Well I... I thought... Maybe I read it all wrong, a—and I'm sorry if I did..."

She'd been getting closer meanwhile, and now they were practically toe-to-toe. He did his best to ignore her, taking a few steps back until she cornered him against the front door. And with the way he wasn't doing anything to get out of his predicament, she took that as his acceptance and took another leap.

"What..." she cooed, crawling her fingers up the front of his chest like a spider. "You like me? Hmm?"

When he finally looked down at her, she allowed herself to smile, albeit slowly and with calculation.

In a flash Spencer went from nervous to fed-up, weight seeming to visibly lift from his chest as he sank against the door. "You're messing with me..."

"It's so fun."

"You know what, screw you."

"Is that a promise?"

"Maybe it is. What are you gonna do ab—"

She didn't let him finish.

In an instant, Y/N lunged forward and pulled him down for a kiss.

Even though she thought he might have tried to take control of the situation, he ended up surprising her with a wanton moan as his hands clutched at her sides, holding on for dear life. Their bodies and tongues collided in a mess of years worth of pent-up tension, chaotic and wild and fiercely beautiful in a way that put even the greatest first kisses to shame.

And of course, Spencer had to go and ruin it.

He pushed her away and looked almost panicked. "W—Wait, are you even cleared to do this?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, reaching out for him again. "I'm fine."

"Y/N, you were in the hospital! I thought... I thought you were..."

She appreciated the sentiment, but with her entire body on fire from his touch, she decided she needed more of it. "Yeah, but I'm not... I'm very much alive, and you know what?"

He blinked back at her, watching carefully as she leaned in close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"It's because of you. You make me feel... more alive than I've ever been."

"And... You're not messing with me this time?"

With a laugh, Y/N shook her head and leaned up to brush her nose with his. "Nuh-uh... But if you'd like to, I'd love to mess with you in a more fun way. And maybe I'll even let you do it back..."

Spencer hummed, feeling himself gravitate towards her more with every passing second. "Deal."

He barely got the word out all the way before she was dragging him through the maze of flora and contained food and into her bedroom, where piece by piece, their hatred and fondness for one another combined to create the most exquisite of nights.

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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 2. LOVE IS FAKE, MARRY A WEALTHY SUITOR

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.5k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. thank u guys for all the positive feedback on this series so far and i really hope u enjoy this chapter too ! ^-^ xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

It seemed your subtle pleas to the gods to see the mysterious businessman again had been answered, since only the day after Shouto gave you a $100 tip, you saw him at the cafe.

You looked to the skies with a hint of suspicion. This seemed too easy— You were expecting at least a few weeks of your heart pining as you wondered where-oh-where your dreamy customer could have gone. But instead, after a mere 24 hours later, you saw him enter the store in a pair of pressed trousers and a light blue, button up shirt that was rolled just below his elbows.

Blinking, you drew your attention away from his exposed forearms. You knew he was attractive from your first encounter, but was he always this hot?

Sadly, you couldn’t focus too much on that since he had to get behind the line and obstruct himself from your view, and you had to take the order of the next customer.

“Hi! I can take the next person in line.” You smiled. “Good morning! What can I get started for you today?”

After repeating that five or so more times and starting a few drinks on hot bar, you finally reached Shouto’s place and, thankfully, there didn’t seem to be too many patrons piling behind him.

“Good morning, Shouto!” you greeted when he stepped forward to the counter. “How are you this morning?”

“Better now that I saw you.”

Your smile faltered as your cheeks heated up, but you tried to brush it off with a laugh. While Shouto had the definite looks of a so-called businessman playboy, his words held none of the flirtatious intonation as one might expect. In fact, he sounded like he genuinely meant it— Like he was only stating a simple fact and had no reason to be shameful.

It felt both like an attack on your heart and like a refreshing glass of water at the same time.

“How about you?” he continued.

“I could say the same thing,” you said with a chuckle, but you found yourself meaning everything you told him. Though you didn’t expect to see him again at the cafe so soon, you couldn’t deny the instant he walked through the doors, your morning felt just a little bit brighter. “Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon, but this is a pleasant surprise.”

Shouto had the decency to look a little bashful as he averted his gaze slightly. “Yeah. I…really liked the...cheese danishes.”

Surprised, a small giggle left your lips. “Don’t tell me you finished all three dozen of them!”

“Well…” He looked even more sheepish. “I didn’t exactly… I guess you could say that.”

“I’m glad you liked them so much you came back for more,” you teased, looking down at the pastries from the oven you just stocked. “Sadly, our fresh pastry today is a chocolate croissant. I can tell my manager to have cheese danishes made again soon though!”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll try the chocolate croissants today then. Maybe five dozen this time.”

Five multiplied by twelve… A whole 60 chocolate croissants? Were they all for him? You shrugged, not one to judge. If someone wanted to eat 60 croissants, so be it. Though you did hope he wouldn’t eat it all in one sitting. That might give him a stomachache.

“Alrighty, five dozen chocolate croissants,” you repeated as you typed it into the register. “And would you like any beverages with that? Another flat white maybe?”

“Actually, I’ll have a large macchiato with two extra shots of espresso this time.”

You nodded with a hum. “Long day ahead?”

“Unfortunately.”

“I hope the coffee and croissants can carry you through, Shouto!” you said, wishing his day would go by smoothly. “Will that be all for you today?”

“Thank you, Y/N. I hope so too. And yes, that’s it.”

“Great. $73.24 is your total then! Will you be paying in card again?”

He nodded.

“Go ahead and scan and sign when you’re ready.”

You busied yourself by writing his name and order on a large cup and starting the espresso pulls. Your manager was helping get the pastries and other orders ready this morning, so it was nowhere near as hectic as yesterday.

“Your order will be to your right. It was nice seeing you again, Shouto.” You smiled, giving him a small wave and already wishing you could hold the line up to talk to him longer. “See you tomorrow morning?” you asked almost hesitantly.

He returned your smile with upturned lips of his own. “Yeah. Tomorrow.” Before he left the counter, he pulled out another $100 bill—did he go to a dry cleaners to have his cash steamed and ironed? It was almost ridiculously crisp—and handed it to you. “A tip to show my appreciation for your service.”

“A-Again?” you stammered, eyes wide. That was $200 in two days from just his tip alone. That was more than you made in two weeks when you worked part-time! “Are you sure?”

Whether he had money to spare or not, this was incredibly generous of him and you would never have expected this amount from anyone. And it wasn’t like Shouto made it a scene for everyone in the shop to look at and gawk; he was subtle yet unashamed. Like he wanted to do it for no other reason than to do it.

“Of course. You deserve it for your work, Y/N.”

The customer behind him made an impatient noise and you winced. You wanted to be able to thank him more, but all you had time for was a simple, “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

Shouto nodded in response before walking to the other side of the cafe to wait for his order while you managed the other customers in line, a fuzzy but warm feeling lingering in your stomach from your bizarre interaction. Money or not, you enjoyed seeing him in the mornings and were already looking forward to your brief conversations that would take place the next days to come.

He certainly gave you something to look forward to amidst the inconsiderate customers who barely saw you as human every morning. Sometimes, that was all you could ask for.

When Shouto left the store and the line had died down towards the end of rush hour, your manager approached you with a curious look on her face.

“That guy named Shouto…?” Miyazaki said.

You nodded.

“A friend of yours?”

“You could say that… We just met yesterday’s morning shift,” you said as you finished up the green tea latte for one of the remaining stragglers from the last hour’s boom. “But he’s really friendly I think.”

“You only recently became associated?” she asked, lifting a brow. “It seemed like you two were quite chummy today.” Then, nudged your side. “He was rather attractive don’t you think? And rich-looking.”

Fumbling with the lid on the beverage, you stifled a surprised cough. Sure, you got along with your boss and thought she was one of the more understanding and kind individuals you have worked under, but gossiping about the looks and potential income of a customer with your 56-year-old manager was not on your bingo sheet as a worker here.

“I…” You called out the order for the latte before turning back to your manager. “He is.”

“Ooh, he’s rich?”

“I meant he’s attractive!” you sputtered, feeling abashed at her blunt words. You thought of the tip he gave you in your pocket and his orders of dozens of pastries. “Rich…maybe so. Not that it matters!”

Miyazaki tsked. “Of course it matters! Marry rich and your life will be easier. That’s what my mother told me and what her mother told her.” She shook her head. “Should’ve listened.”

You laughed, feeling only a little awkward. It wasn’t the first time you heard that sentiment from someone older than you. It wasn’t uncommon for family members or even workers you were close to to share that same advice—if you could even call it that.

While you agreed money could make a lot of things easier, marrying someone for wealth didn’t appeal to you. But you recognized that even that may come from a place of privilege to be able to say.

“He seems like a wealthy suitor for you, yes?”

“Suitor—?” you choked out. “No! I mean— We just met! We don’t know anything about each other really.”

She sighed, “Young people and their obsession with marrying someone they ‘know’ for true love. When do you really know someone anyway?” Waving a hand she changed the topic. “But enough of that. What I wanted to say was next time that man comes in here, we can offer him a complimentary box of a dozen pastries— Since he’s spent so much in so little it feels like the right thing to do.”

“Sure. A complimentary dozen.” Finally. Work. A topic you felt much more comfortable talking about. “That, I can do.”

“And then maybe offer a hand in marriage while you’re at it.”

“Mrs. Miyazaki!” you gasped, feeling only mildly affronted.

“I joke.” She ruffled her hair and smoothed down her apron. “I’m going to make more pastries now. Can you hold up the front?”

“You can count on me.”

“I know I can. Thanks for your hard work!”

And with that, she headed to the backroom where the kitchen was to leave you alone with your thoughts in a quiet cafe. Rush hour ended so there were only a few customers trickling in, most much kinder and more pleasant to talk to than the bustling businessmen of the earlier shift.

Throughout your small conversations with the patrons, you found yourself thinking back to two things— One, how interesting traditional values and teachings in collectivist cultures were and questioning where you fell into place with them, and two…wondering about Shouto.

Tomorrow, he had said before he left. You’d see him again tomorrow.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to it more than you’d like to admit.

— ✩ —

It was the fifth day of the week, the fifth time he had seen you at the cafe, and he was already tempted to see you again. Would it be invasive to get another pastry after work? Would you even be there working at that hour?

Shouto saw you this morning (along with all the other mornings before that) and yet he couldn’t quell the pull he felt towards you with only the short interaction time you had together. But he would take what he could get without being weird.

He had been told in the past he could be too forward and dysregulate his feelings and scare people off, and that wasn’t something he wanted to risk with you, though he was certainly much better at it now with learning and practice. If he was reading things correctly, you at least seemed to enjoy seeing him during your shift.

“You got more pastries, sir?” an employee from the medical supplies sector asked him gleefully. “I swear they get better each time!”

Shouto nodded with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll be sure to relay your compliment.”

With the dozens of pastries he’s been ordering from your cafe (each order seeming to grow every time he visited after realizing just how much his employees enjoyed it), he would place them around the breakrooms and staff kitchens in the establishment. Those areas were always fully stocked with drinks and sandwiches and chocolates in case anyone needed a little boost, but nothing seemed to bring as much comfort as freshly baked pastries did. And a different baked good almost everyday seemed to give people more to get excited about.

He owed it all to your sales’ pitch and blinding smile that made him want to buy it. And your personality, of course.

His Personal Secretary had started to wonder why she no longer was tasked with his early morning coffee runs, and Shouto had to find a way to answer without saying it was because there was a barista he wanted to keep talking to.

Not even he was that shameless.

The first time, his PS had just called in sick and Shouto decided he might as well head to a cafe himself for the first time in a while. He worried he might have been rusty while ordering, but you did such a good job at being welcoming and guiding the transaction that he found himself actually enjoying it. (Enjoying you, maybe. But it was too soon to admit that.)

And now, after that initial meeting, he decided it was worth half an hour of his day to give his PS some early morning break time and visit the cafe himself.

It was worth it so much, in fact, that the next morning on a Saturday, despite most of his employees being given the weekend off, he still went to buy some coffee and pastries.

“Good morning!” an older lady called as he entered the front doors. Shouto had seen her assisting in shifts and baking pastries when you were busy working the cash register. “What can I get started for you today?”

He looked around the store—relatively quiet compared to the rush hour during the weekdays—and to his disappointment, saw no sight of you.

The current barista laughed, seeming to read his very thoughts. “Looking for someone? Y/N perhaps?”

His gaze shot up, feeling like a kid getting caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to by his guardian. Cautiously, he gave a small nod.

“‘Fraid they have the weekends off, actually,” the lady—her name tag read Miyazaki—said. “But don’t look so down, they’ll be back on Monday morning to greet you with a smile.”

He nodded again, feeling his face heat up. Was he that transparent or did Miyazaki just know too much? “Thank you, ma’am.”

She chuckled, waving him over. “No need to be so formal. Now, is there anything I can get for you? Or were you just visiting in hopes of asking our dear Y/N out?”

“No— I…” Shouto felt himself averting his gaze. “I’ll order something.”

At his apparent discomfort, her mischievous gaze softened. “Of course, hon. Sorry for teasing too much. I was just excited seeing how adorable you and Y/N were.” She cleared her throat. “I mean, that’s not my business. Anyway. What can I get started for you?”

He asked for a macchiato and a couple dozen of today’s pastries, paid, and tipped. (Though, it was initially met with a blatant rejection. He didn’t take it too hard; he knew some older members of society thought of tips as insulting and he’d never force anyone to take a tip if it made them feel bad. But after offering again, she thankfully accepted it.)

When he left the cafe, although the exchange was pleasant enough, Shouto still found himself disappointed he wasn’t able to see you.

At least he had something to look forward to next Monday morning, though part of him wished the day would somehow come sooner.

a/n: hope u enjoyed miyazaki’s words of wisdom u.u FHKDF i’m totally kidding, but if ur asian like me then u kNOW what convos like that are like omg ,, just had my mom and two grandmas tell me that recently :’/ kskskfd but anyway i hope u enjoyed this chapter and liked seeing a glimpse of shouto’s thoughts ;3 tysm for reading!

what to expect in the next part:

more shouto and y/n :>

maybe some ~flirting~ pfft idk idk u.u

some minor...misunderstandings

“hello, zuko here” vibes

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samaraj · 3 years

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Title - The trouble with love (part 3)

Pairing - Sy x reader

Warnings - Angst, smut

(Thank you so much for all love and support. This was edited by me so may contain errors - please excuse! I hope you all enjoy this chapter - SJ)

You spent the next few days working from home. Your job was in event planning and fortunately you could do a lot in your own private study. Your boss was incredibly understanding and you’d confided in her about all that had gone on with Sy. She wanted you to relax and take things easy with a baby on the way so reluctantly you agreed to work from home for a few days a week.

Sy had texted you on and off and also come to your door but you needed space. You knew that Amanda had convinced him to give you some time and you were grateful for that. Right now emotions were still running high.

You just wanted to switch off from the drama and to concentrate on your own health and happiness. You just had your 6th month check up and you were so happy to get a few photos of your baby. The doctor told you he was growing well (a bit too well!) and that he was very healthy. What more could you ask for?

You took a sip of your tea and closed your laptop just as you received a text message. It was Amanda and she wanted to know if you would meet Corey and her at the beach to get some sun. You had been cooped up inside for far too long and the idea was too good to refuse.

20 minutes later and you were walking down the beach to where you saw Amanda and Corey. They had set up a great little spot and had a beach towel spread out for you.

“Hey guys” You smiled at them both as you dropped your bag.

“Hey!” Amanda jumped up to give you a hug as Corey waved at you. “Glad I finally got you out of the house”.

“I know”. You smiled and sat down slowly onto the towel. You pulled off your t shirt and looked down at your bikini top which fit you snugly. “Sorry but I’m literally squeezing into my bathers right now. Corey I’m giving you a warning that this pregnant woman doesn’t care ok?”

“You do you”. Corey laughed as he lay on his back and placed Amanda’s hat over his eyes.

“You look amazing”. Amanda lent in close to you. “Wish I had your boobs”.

“Well if Corey knocks you up …”

“Oh no way!” Amanda rolled her eyes and passed you a soda. “I’ve missed you babe. I know that you’ve had a lot going on, but you really have to get out sometimes”.

“I know .. it’s just been work”.

“Maybe”. Amanda eyed you suspiciously. “I feel you’ve been hiding a bit”.

“Probably. Can you blame me though?” You smiled as Amanda shook her head. After awhile her and Corey went for a walk along the beach. You declined and decide to lay back with your sunglasses on and try to enjoy the sunshine. After a few minutes with the warmth encasing your body, you felt yourself drifting off. You had no clue how long you were out for until you heard someone’s voice bedside you.

“Beautiful day ain’t it?”

You looked up to see Sy pulling out a towel next to you. Quickly you sat up and tried to get your senses.

“What .. Sy?”

“Easy Sugar. You were sleeping for awhile”. Sy watched as you rubbed at your face.

“What are you doing here?”

“Amanda asked me. Didn’t know you’d be here”.

“Oh did she now”. Your eyes searched the beach for your friend, but she was nowhere to be found.

“Take it you didn’t know I was coming either?” Sy glanced at you. “I can leave?”

“No it’s just that …” You fought hard not to look at him as he took off his t shirt. You’d almost forgotten how ripped this man was. “Never mind”.

“I’ve been trying to reach you”. Sy opened a can of beer and took a drink as he sat down. “I keep calling but you don’t want to talk. Which is fine. But I’m trying”.

“I know”. You noticed that Sy glanced at your stomach a few times which made you feel something. “I’ve been busy working from home. I’ve just got a lot going on”.

“It doesn’t take long to talk Sugar”.

“A lot has happened ..”

“Yes it has”. Sy paused. “Maybe we can pause that then? I just .. can I ask about the baby?”

“Ok”. You felt your heart beat rapidly.

“It’s a boy?” Sy glanced at you as he fidgeted with the beer can in his hand.

“A big boy. I had my 6th month scan and he’s really healthy”.

“That’s so good. Big huh? Must take after his old man”. Sy smiled quickly at you.

“Hope he doesn’t have your stubbornness”. You scoffed.

“That too”. Sy watched as you rubbed some suncream on your arms. “You need help?”

“Oh umm .. no it’s fine. You don’t have to. I just burn easily …”

“I’m happy to help you”.

Before you could react, Sy was behind you applying cream to your shoulders and back. He shifted his frame and suddenly he wasn’t just applying suncream. No it was the most delicious massage you ever had. Instantly you melted into his chest without a care in the world while his fingers worked at the nots in your shoulders.

You felt Sy suck in his breath, obviously not prepared to have you against his body. You were suddenly putty in his hands and you couldn’t help but release a deep breath that came out as a small moan.

“You like that huh?” Sy’s voice was close to your ear.

“Mmmm” What was he saying? You didn’t care as long as his fingers kept moving.

“I’m sorry”. Sy’s voice ghosted across your skin. “I’m so sorry”.

“Sy …” You started to move forward but Sy kept you pinned against his chest. “Just listen ok? When I was on duty there was a girl .. a local .. we had a few drinks and she kissed me. Nothing happened because I told her that I had someone else on my mind”.

You froze at the image of another girl kissing him.

“I saw a photo”.

“And I’m telling you what happened”.

“It’s none of my business”. You tried to keep your composure but the topic of conversation was conflicting with the feel of Sy’s hands.

“You’re right. It’s not. But I’m choosing to tell you”. Sy paused. “The other chick .. the one at my apartment? We met at a bar. I was drowning my sorrows .. thinking about you. I’m not denying I wouldn’t have fucked her if you hadn’t of shown up. I was so angry and I just .. well I needed someone”.

“I don’t trust you”. The words left your mouth before you had time to rephrase them.

“I’m no cheater and I never lied to you”. Sy paused. “You on the other hand lied to me”.

You opened your mouth ready to fire something back at him before realizing that he was right. He’d been honest with you, and although some of what he’d just said to you hurt, you knew he was being honest. You swallowed back the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry”. Your voice came out in a whisper and for a second you thought that you may have to repeat it. But then Sy’s lips moved to your ear, ghosting over the skin of your neck.

“I forgive you. If you forgive me”. Sy’s breath lingered on your neck. Your body started to tingle and you realised that your feelings for him were still there. They never left.

“Sy ..” You were a hormonal mess but suddenly you wanted his lips on yours. Did he still want you too?

“I want to be there for the baby. I hope you can let me do that”.

“What?” His words echoed in your mind as you moved away from him and turned around on your knees so that you could face him. He wanted to be there for the baby? That’s all? He didn’t want you? He didn’t want both of you?

“I want to be this boy’s father” Sy studied your face. “I don’t want him growing up not knowing who his Daddy is”.

“Well thank you for that Sy”. Hastily you got to your feet and started throwing things into your bag.

“Hey! What’s going on now?” Sy grabbed your shoulders. “What did I say wrong? I’m trying my best here Sugar”.

“Thanks Sy. Maybe we can do alternative weekends or something?”

“What? Woman, I don’t understand how your mind works! What’s going on now?”

“Nothing! It’s great that you want to be in your son’s life! I’m glad that they’ll have a father!” You realised that a few people were staring. You knew you were creating a scene but the buffoon of a man in front of you was driving you mad!

“Well then why are you acting like this?” Sy followed you as you stormed off up the beach to where the carpark was. “I swear woman you drive me nuts!”

“Oh I don’t know Sy! Think about it!” You fumed as you struggled with the bag over your shoulder.

“Think about what for Christ’s sake? I’ve just told you I want to be there for the baby! What’s gotten you so riled up?”

“Nothing ok”. You stared at Sy while he stared back. For a moment the two of you stood there before Sy suddenly smacked his forehead.

“Oh you assumed I didn’t want you? Jesus woman what’s wrong with you!”

“What’s wrong with me? Are you serious? You are the most pigheaded, complicated man that I’ve ever …” Sy’s lips on yours stopped any further words coming out of your mouth. For a minute you were taken aback, your eyes wide open as he kissed you before you allowed yourself to kiss him back. Your bag fell off your shoulder as he pulled your body close to his with your growing stomach flush against him.

“That shut you up”. Sy smirked as he pulled back to look at your flushed face. “I’m not great with words Sugar, you’re going to have to get used to that”.

“I just .. I mean ..”

“I want you. I want both of you ok?” Sy held your face in his hands. “But the big question is do you want me?”

“I do .. I just feel a bit .. overwhelmed? I mean, a lot has happened”.

“I agree with you. I think it’s best if we just see what happens?” Sy watched as you nodded. “We have a lot to talk about and these things take time”.

“I’m just a bit all over the place right now. My hormones are everywhere”. You breathed in deeply.

“That’s ok Sugar. Think I played a part in all that”. Sy smiled then glanced at your stomach. “Can I? Can I touch you?”

“The baby? Yeah .. of course”. You watched as Sy’s hand moved across your bump. You’d almost forgotten how big his hands were until yours moved on top of his. “If you stay here you’ll feel him”. Sure enough your son gave a prominent kick and your eyes glanced to Sy’s face. He looked shocked.

“Does that hurt you?”

“No, uncomfortable sometimes but no it doesn’t hurt”.

“Wow that’s amazing isn’t it?”

“Not amazing at 3 am I can tell you”.

“I’ve never .. never felt anything like it”. Sy’s hand moved across your stomach searching for the feeling again.

“Here”. You guided him to the spot and pushed down gently on his hand. When you felt it you watched Sy’s mouth break into a smile.

“Does he kick often?”

“Most of the time. He’s pretty active in there, but I like feeling him move. It reassures me that he’s ok in there”. You paused. “I have three months left”.

“I know”. Sy breathed in deeply before removing his hand from your stomach. “Three months for us to get our shit together”.

“Uh I should get going. Can you let Amanda know that I’ll call her? Her and Corey have been gone for ages”.

“Think that was part of the plan”. Sy winked at you.

“Most likely”. You rolled your eyes. “Guess their plan led to us talking right?”

“And kissing”.

“That too”. You paused, suddenly feeling awkward. Even though you had both made progress it was still new and your emotions were all over the place. “Uh, I’ll see you later?”

“You ok to drive?” Sy shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, suddenly seeming as awkward as you felt.

“Yeah why?”

“I dunno ..” Sy glanced at my stomach and I wondered how the hell we went from kissing to this within 10 minutes? I realized that Sy’s always been the Captain- in charge, dominant, the protector. But maybe there were parts of him that were insecure too. I decided to give a little, so I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. Immediately his lips parted and one of his hands moved to the nape of my neck. It was a chaste kiss but enough to put the captain on edge.

“What was that for?” He smiled but I noticed the faint redness on his cheeks.

“I’m just trying back”.

“Oh”. Sy smiled again and picked up your bag. “Uh so can I see you later on? Tonight? Maybe I can pick you up and we can go out?”

“I’d like that”. You opened your car door Sy put your belongings inside. “But just a warning .. I’m in bed by 9”.

“9 pm?”

“Yeah I get really tired”.

“Oh .. that because of the baby?” Sy scratched his head. The man had no clue.

“Yeah. I just get tired a lot. Think it’s all the extra weight I’m carrying. My ankles are getting swollen”.

“Well you look good Sugar. Don’t think I’ve ever seen a pregnant woman look as good as you”.

“Oh .. well thank you?” You stuttered as you turned on your cars ignition. “See you a bit later than? Maybe earlier like 5.30?”

“Sure I’ll see you then”

You drove off and glanced into your rear view mirror. Sy was watching you leave and you felt yourself break into a smile for the first time in a long time.

You’d had Amanda on FaceTime helping you choose an outfit for your date with Sy. You were grateful to have a friend like her - and even though she literally set you both up at the beach, you realise that you were smiling because of her.

You’d decided on a little black dress that sat above your knee. It had thin spaghetti straps with a deep neckline that showed off your cleavage. The material was stretchy and hugged your bump which you liked. You pulled your brown hair up into a high ponytail and applied some neutral makeup and simple earrings. You smiled at your reflection in the mirror because it was the first time you felt good about yourself in months.

“Coming!” You heard the doorbell so grabbed your bag and rushed to answer it. When you opened it you were sure your mouth dropped open. Sy had on a white collared shirt, rolled up to his elbows and black jeans on.

“Wow look at you”. Sy smiled.

“I was going to say the same about you” You felt your cheeks flush as he kissed you.

“Me? Nah .. you on the other hand are hot”.

“I’m six months pregnant Sy”.

“So? You look incredible”. Sy held your face in his hands before leaning into kiss you again. Your underwear was already wet. Darn this man. “You’re making it real hard on me to go slow Sugar”.

You blushed but before you could overthink things, Sy took your hand and motioned for you to close your door.

“Would you like to go to dinner? I made reservations at that nice restaurant overlooking the water. Jocelyn’s I think it’s called?”

“That’s really expensive Sy”.

“So? You ready?”

You decided not to say anything as you could tell that he was making a real effort so you locked your door and nodded. His hand found yours and you walked towards his parked car.

Jocelyn’s was a beautiful restaurant and Sy had booked a table on the deck. The river glistened in the moonlight and soon you fell into easy conversation, just like the first time you met at the bonfire.

“Favourite ice cream flavour?” Sy raised his eyebrow at you.

“Chocolate peanut butter. You?”

“Cookies and cream”.

“Ooh I like that too. How about your biggest fear?”

“I live my biggest fear all the time”. Sy paused. “Losing my men”.

You felt the blood rush to your face and you wished you’d never asked him that question. But Sy reached for your hand and smiled softly.

“It’s ok Sugar. We’re asking questions and I’m fine. Tell me what your biggest fear is?”

“I always get a bit worried at night, like I’m scared that someone will break in. That’s probably my biggest fear. Silly because I have good security”.

“You worry about that?” Sy studied your face.

“Well when I was a kid my family got broken into at night. We were all sleeping but I thought I heard something so I went downstairs. I was eight years old”. Sy’s hand reached for yours. “I saw the men but they didn’t see me”.

“Oh Sugar that’s real scary for a child. I’m glad they didn’t see you though”.

“Yeah well .. enough about that”. You smiled. “First kiss?”

“First kiss?” Sy laughed and then scratched his beard. “Emily Malory. She was my neighbour and she was eleven years old and I was a year younger”.

“You were ten?” You laughed.

“Yeah. How old were you?”

“My first was Nicholas. He didn’t go to my school but we went to church together. We were both sixteen. Guess I was a late bloomer”.

“Nothing wrong with that Sugar”.

Dinner was amazing. Sy had the lamb shanks and you chose the salmon. You were quite full but Sy insisted on desert so you chose to share the chocolate pavlova.

“Oh my god this is devine”. You felt the sticky sweetness hit your tongue as you moved your mouth away from the spoon Sy was holding. “I hope I don’t pay for this later”.

“What do you mean?” Sy raised an eyebrow as he tried the desert. “Oh wow this is good”.

“Oh some things give me heartburn. Guess the baby knows what it likes and doesn’t”.

“Well we both like it so ..” Sy smiled at me. “Guess he’ll like it too?”

You finished desert and thanked Sy as he paid the bill. You’d been out on a few dates here and there but you’d never been out with a man like Sy before. Most men you’d been with hadn’t mind you sharing the bill, but Sy was masculine and old school. Suddenly you wondered if you should have offered, or would that have offended him? Sy noticed your awkwardness had returned so during the walk to the car he reached for your hand.

“Did that make you uncomfortable that I paid?”

“Well I usually pay half?” You paused at Sy’s shock.

“What? You’re kidding me right?”

“Umm no?”

“Sorry Sugar but my Mumma would have my head if I didn’t pay for my woman”.

His words stunned you for a second. His woman? Is that what he wanted you to be?

“Your woman?”

“Well yeah”. Sy’s thumb massaged your hand as you walked. “That’s what I’m hoping you’ll be”.

You glanced up at him. Your hormones were doing a real work on you. You saw the way that Sy’s muscles ripped beneath the thin cotton of his shirt. God this man was making you insane.

The drive home was torturous. You kept shifting in your seat as the thin fabric of your underwear became wet with your desire. You knew Sy noticed by the smirk on the corner of his mouth and the way that his hand squeezed your knee. No words were spoken, just the sound of the radio in the car.

As Sy parked, you waited while he got out and walked to open your door. You got out and thanked him for a wonderful evening. Your heart beat quickly as you wondered if you should invite him in. You told him you wanted to go slow, but inviting him in wouldn’t mean slow.

“Good evening Sugar. I had a great time with you”. Sy’s lips ghosted over yours before he took your hand and walked you to your door. With shaking hands you opened your lock snd turned to him.

“I .. well I just ..”

“We’ll leave it here love. I can do slow”. Sy smiled at you.

“I just .. I want you to come in for a bit? I’m not ready to sleep with you Sy. But I want …”

“What do you want sugar?”

“I don’t know. I just want to be close to you”.

You watched Sy’s face. He was hard to read but he nodded and followed you inside. The apartment was silent except for your heavy breathing.

“Come here”. Sy grabbed your wrist, pulling you to him as he led you towards your couch. He sat down and pulled you into his lap. He stared at you for a moment before his lips moved to your neck.

“Sy”. You moaned just before his mouth covered yours. He was kissing you with passion as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You were aware of his hand inching it’s way up your thigh and instinctively your thighs parted. You could feel him hard against your ass and you couldn’t help but grind against him.

“Let me make you feel good”. Sy whispered against your neck as his fingers pushed aside your damp underwear. Slowly he slipped his middle finger into your heat. “Fuck you feel amazing”.

“Sy I’m not sure if … ohhh”. Your head felt like it was going to explode as Sy focused on your clit before slipping two fingers inside of you. “Sy .. oh”.

“Stop talking Sugar”. Sy’s lips were on your neck. “I can think of better uses for your mouth”.

Your face burned at his words but before you could react his mouth covered yours, muffling any sounds you were making.

“You’re all I’ve thought about. From the moment I left your bed that morning. You’re all I’ve fucking thought about”. Sy stared at you while he spoke. A complete contrast to his fingers moving inside of you.

“Me too”. You watched as he took in your reply before his lips crashed onto yours again. You were a hot sweaty mess as you grabbed his wrist and jerked your hips up to chase your high. He pulled away from your mouth to hitch your dress up. Had you not been in the throes of passion you would have laughed at how you looked - legs open, dress clinging to your waist with your growing stomach on display, but at that moment you were too far gone to care. Sy’s eyes were between your legs and for some reason you liked that.

“Best sight I’ve seen in awhile”. Sy mumbled in between profanities that slipped from his lips. “Show me, fucking show me”.

You opened your legs wider and that’s when you saw Sy’s resolve snap. His fingers withdrew and he moved you onto your back as he knelt down in between your legs. Hastily he pulled at your underwear until they were around your ankles then he tossed them across the living room. Before you could react his mouth was on you, and this was no warm up either. He sucked at your clit as his fingers moved back inside you. But what got you was the way he was looking up at you from between your legs. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

“Sy oh fuck”. Your hands moved to his short hair just as his fingers left you and his tongue replaced them. Your toes curled and you arched your back as you closed your eyes and called out his name. You saw black and tiny little dots of light. You wondered you’d passed out? You had never felt like this before.

You had no clue how much time had passed but you opened your eyes to the feel of Sy kissing your inner thigh. You suddenly realised he was still there in between your legs.

“Sy I’m ..” You felt embarrassed and tried to close your knees but he continued kissing your thigh up to your hipbone.

“Don’t you dare close ‘em”. Sy muttered. “Best view ever”.

“I haven’t .. let me touch you”.

“Oh Sugar no need. I came in my pants like a fucking teenager on prom night”. Sy looked at you and smirked. “Haven’t done that since I was sixteen”.

“Oh no” you covered your face and laughed. When you stopped and looked at Sy he was laughing too. With his face buried into your hip.

“Are you ok? Is the baby ok?” Sy glanced up at you with concern. “It’s ok for us to ..be intimate right?”

“I’m good Sy. You can’t .. hurt the baby. He’s pretty well protected in there”. You smiled softly as Sy moved to get up but not before pulling your dress down. “Would you like to have a shower?”

“Think I might have to”. Sy groaned as he stood up uncomfortably.

“Sorry” You smiled as he helped you up.

“Sorry? I’m not sorry at all love. I’m going to be dreaming of you now”. Sy looked around before locating your underwear. You watched as he knelt down at your feet and helped you put them back on. You didn’t want to tell him that you were going to change anyway. The very sight of the big man at your feet, looking at you with such care, made your heart swell.

“I’ll get you a towel”. You walked down the hall with Sy following. You handed him a white fluffy towel then left him in the bathroom. When heard the water turn on you rushed into your bedroom to tidy yourself up. You took off your make up and outfit and pulled on some fresh underwear and a sleep shirt. You took in your flushed skin in the mirror and realized your heart was still beating fast. Hastily you ran a brush through your hair and put it up into a messy bun.

“Where are they?” You muttered as you searched through some draws until you found them. You pulled out a pair of sweat pants and a t shirt that your dad had left behind the last time he came to visit. You held them up to your nose feeling emotional as they held memories over the last time you saw him. You waited outside of the bathroom for Sy. He came out wrapped in the towel and you took in his sculptured chest before you hastily handed him the clothes.

“My dad left them here. They might be a bit small but .. I thought I could wash yours?” You stood hesitantly, unsure if his reaction.

“Thanks Sugar. I’ve rinsed these out so I can just wash them at home”. Sy took the clothes from you and held them up. You smiled in relief when you realized they were going to be an ok fit.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive”. Sy smiled. “I’ll have to thank your old man huh?”

“My Dad passed away last year”. You watched as Sy’s mouth dropped open. He seemed shocked for a moment then dropped the clothes and pulled you against his chest.

“I’m so sorry”. He stroked your hair until he felt you relax.

“I miss him. He came to visit me and a few weeks later I got a call to say he had a heart attack”.

“Oh Sugar” Sy breathed in the scent of your shampoo. “I’m so sorry. Do you .. do you still have your mum?”

“Yes. Her and Dad divorced but remained friends”. You took a step back and wiped your eyes. “Sorry to lay that on you”.

“Don’t be sorry love. Look I’d understand if you just wanted to put the clothes away?”

“No I want you to wear them. Dad would have liked you. I don’t know why I didn’t tell you when you first asked me about my family that night at the bonfire. I remember telling you that my dad served in the army? But .. I just find it difficult to say ..”

“That’s ok. I’d like you to tell me about him sometime if your comfortable?”

“I’d like that Sy”. You breathed in deeply and left Sy to change while you busied yourself in your kitchen. You prepared two mugs of steaming coffee plated up some biscuits on a tray. When he walked in you smiled. The t shirt was way too tight but the pants seemed ok.

“Are you ok?” You pointed at the t shirt. “You’re quite a bit musclier than my dad was”.

“I’ll make do”. Sy smiled at took the tray from you. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah I’d like that”.

Soon you were sitting on the lounge together and Sy glanced at you a few times as if he was thinking about what he wanted to say.

“I should have left you a note or something”.

“Sy you don’t ..”

He put his fingers to your lips and sighed. You stopped yourself and let him continue.

“I told myself that a clean break was better. Part of me hoped you’d be pissed at me enough to move on quick, you know find someone deserving of you”. Sy paused. “Whenever I go, there’s a chance I won’t come back. I made a promise to myself that no woman would ever cry over my loss the way my mum did when my Dad didn’t come home”.

“You lost your Dad? Did he serve in the army too?” Your hand touched Sy’s knee.

“Yeah. That’s why I joined I guess .. following in his footsteps? He died in the line of duty”.

“How old were you? What was his name?”

“I was eight. His name was Elliot”. Sy glanced at you. “I needed you to know. I never meant to hurt you”.

“It’s ok now”. You kissed his cheek, thinking about Sy as a little boy crying for his father. Your hand rubbed at your stomach, hoping that your baby wouldn’t ever have to suffer a similar fate.

“He moving?”

“Yeah”. You smiled and placed Sy’s hand on the spot.

“Active little guy isn’t he?”

“He is”.

“Sy? Would you like to come to my next appointment?”

“Yes I’d love to Sugar. Would you be comfortable with me there?”

“You’ve just been in between my legs Sy. I think im comfortable”. You felt your face blush as Sy burst out laughing.

“I’ve done a lot more than that”.

“Yes you have”. You paused. “Have you really left the army? Amanda and Corey told me”.

“Yeah I have. I’m getting older and just needed to do something else with my life”. Sy rubbed at his beard. “I’m going to see about the police force. I still want to do something to help and protect people”.

“You’d be great at that Sy”.

“Think so?” He watched you nod. “Then I could be around you know? The little guy wouldn’t have to watch me come and go for weeks or months on end”.

“You made that decision before you knew about the baby?”

“Yeah I did”. Sy rubbed your arm. “I kept thinking about you and the more I did I just wanted a normal life”.

“Wow”. You smiled at Sy. “We’ve been far from normal so far”.

“That’s true”. Sy rolled his eyes at you. “But I’m hopeful we can turn things around”

You looked at him and suddenly realised that he was back in his same spot on the lounge with the cushion folded against his head. It seemed like time had stood still.

“Will you stay tonight? I don’t want .. well I don’t want that yet. I’d just like to wake up with you”.

“I can do that Sugar”. Sy smiled at you and patted his arm. You move to snuggle closer. You inhaled his scent and you knew that he noticed but you didn’t care. That smell .. distinctly him, filled your senses. Musky, manly with a hint of peppermint. You’d missed that so much.

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Curiosity Killed The Cat ~ LMH & LF [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

PAIRING: Minho x Fem!Reader x Felix

GENRE: consensual smut, Hitman au, mentions of death, assisnation, bombings, blood, face riding, oral, threesome, M/F/M, after care, no protection

A/N: Please I had so much fun with this! I love writing AU’s so much!!! 🥺🥰💗 Hope this is okay for you my lovely little anon!

"If you don't stop tapping that pen I'm going to shove it so far down your neck you'll whistle when you breathe," Minho growled in Felix's direction as they sat together in an old beat-up car. All Felix had done for the last four hours was tap and click the pen over and over again deciding that he was single-handedly going to be the one driving force that made Minho want to quit his job.

"I don't see anything else to do," Felix countered as he stared back at his partner who simply glared at him before looking out of the window again. It was a stupid idea to stake out a university it looked suspicious that two men were waiting in a car outside but it was the bosses orders. Stake out the school and wait for the suspect to come out but it felt creepy. Although it was a university and most of the students were their age it was strange to them both.

"Have we actually seen him go in?" The truth was no one had seen the guy that they were after in almost seven months, he was good at hiding which was why he was nicknamed "The Chameleon," something Minho hated. Why give the bad guy a name it was only going to boost the ego even more.

"He's supposedly acting as a student," Minho handed the folder over to Felix keeping his eyes on the door, the Chameleon could walk out right under your nose and no one would have an idea it was him.

"Why a student? Surely it would be feeling for him to be a teacher," Felix flicked through the folder the guy was a serial bomber that his company had been after for years. He'd killed almost over 100 people with no remorse whatsoever. It was as if the guy was a robot, he didn't care who he hurt as long as he got what he wanted, not that anyone knew what that was. His clues were always so vague. One thing for sure, it wasn't money that he was after.

The government had tried to pay him to stop the needless killings only for the guy to blow the bag up in the middle of the street.

"Easier to hide...Won't be so obvious when things go missing around the school...The student we're looking at fits his usual MO." Minho sighed taking a deep breath and looking at Felix for the first time in an hour. It was beginning to worry him the closer the two of them got to catching the guy. Their job wasn't a simple catch him and arrest him, no, they were the last resort. Kill him on sight as soon as they know, without a shadow of a doubt that it's him. Assassins or as they were better known as now, Hitmen.

"Transfers in the middle of the year, things from the science department go missing and then there's the-" Right as Minho was about to explain that there were constant fire drills the alarm began to blare out through the school.

"Those," He mumbled staring back over at the double-doored exit from the school. There was no use sitting at the entrance when they knew he liked to hide from everyone, if he was the one doing this they needed to find him and quickly before anyone else got hurt.

"Another drill?" You mumbled looking to your left to see your best friend Mina smirking at you, you rolled your eyes knowing why she was so happy. Thanks to the fire alarm she was going to get out of her final exam and pass it no matter what,

"It wouldn't surprise me if you were the one pulling them," You mumbled sarcastically as you pulled your satchel over your shoulder, looking around for her so-called boyfriend.

"What did you do? Get Farara to pull it?" You teased as you jabbed your elbow into her side, walking out into the courtyard and taking in a deep breath,

"You need to relax, we've just finished exams and you're still studying," Mina rolled her eyes at you, it was always the same with her. She wanted you to let your hair down and relax while you wanted to focus on things that were important to you, like actually passing your course.

"I have another two years to go, you're done. I'm just getting started." You reminded her as you looked around, you loved Mina with all of your heart but since meeting Farara she seemed to be getting in trouble more. Not only with the university but with the police. Just last week you'd been called down to the station to bail her out because she was caught driving around in a stolen car with enough products to set a whole house on fire.

"Take a year off, come with me and Farara to England. He's going to take me away and spend time with his family." The more you heard about the guy the more worry began to grow inside of you. She'd hardly known him and yet she was planning to run away to a different country with him,

"What does he even do for a living? To get all of this money?" You questioned hoping she wouldn't get too annoyed with you asking her about him. It seemed as though whenever you asked questions she would get pissed at you, claiming that you were just trying to poke holes in their "relationship,"

"What does it matter?" She stared at you with a disgusted look on her face,

"Hey, baby!" A voice cried out as a pair of strong-looking arms wrapped around Mina.

"Snuckums!" She practically squealed making you jump as she turned around and began making out with him grotesquely in front of everyone.

"That's my cue to leave," You said loud enough for them to hear, turning to head home to your dorms when Mina grabbed your arm.

"Party tonight. Come with us," She begged looking at you with pleading eyes, as you were about to decline Farara scoffed at the thought of it.

"Y/n? At a party, don't make me laugh. She's the party pooper baby, she doesn't know how to have fun." For some reason, the anger bubbled up inside of you and it seemed to annoy you more. If Mina had been the one to say it it wouldn't have bothered you as much but from him, you wanted to prove him wrong.

"I'll be there. Text me the details," You smiled smugly in his direction but he just seemed to smirk, it made you feel uneasy to see him smirking at you like that.

"This will be great! A going-away party right baby!?" Mina squealed before making out with him once again.

After spending almost four hours trying to pick something to wear you finally felt ready to go and headed straight to the party. It was at the frat house Farara had been living in since he got to the university. The whole walk over from your dorms you could have sworn someone was following you along.

"Glad you could join us, take this." Mina handed you a drink and then laid a flower necklace around you before disappearing into the house leaving you alone.

The whole house seemed to be partying hard, loud music was blaring for different speakers each of which was playing a different song. People were already yelling and dancing drunkenly along the floor and not to mention someone throwing up in a flower pot.

"You came pretty late, didn't think you were going to show," Farara smirked once he caught sight of you in the kitchen. You hummed before putting down the cup Mina had given to you, there was no way you were going to drink that night. Not unless it was water at least. You didn't know anyone besides Mina and she was clearly preoccupied with other things.

"We have juice boxes in the basement," Farara joked earning a laugh from someone else in the kitchen but Mina pushed him softly.

"Leave Y/n alone, she came and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go dance." She pulled you straight into the living room without giving you a chance to answer her.

"Isn't this fun?! I'm so sad you never got to have parties all year," She pouted at you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she swayed in time to whatever song she heard first. The mixture of the songs and stench alcohol all starting to hurt your head the longer that you stood there but you were at least going to wait an hour before heading home.

"What the fuck are we doing?" Minho mumbled as he stared down at the jeans and shirt he was wearing, Felix had dressed in the same outfit only a different coloured shirt. When Felix suggested going to the party Minho didn't think he meant actually attending it.

"We're blending in." He chuckled laying one of the flower necklaces around Minho's neck who stared at him with a filthy look the moment it touched his chest.

"What better way to find out information than going to the people that know the guy." It still didn't make Minho feel any better about being at some kind of dumb University frat party. Everyone was drunk and drooling over one another except for the girl that they had followed over, you.

"Look," Minho nudged Felix and nodded in your direction as they watched you heading for the bathroom alone. You stood out amongst the rest, instead of dancing or drinking you were simply looking for a bathroom and keeping your head down. They only knew about the party because they'd overheard you and Mina talking about it earlier that day.

"She looks like she could be here to help, we saw them speaking with one another earlier," Minho reminded Felix but he shook his head,

"She does look like she wants to be here, they didn't look like they liked one another." Minho shrugged his shoulders as he thought back on it,

"All good acting," The two of them weren't sure if Farara had a partner this time but in all of his other bombings, he had someone. Someone who would take the fall for him, usually the good girl gone bad once they met him and fell for his traps. Promising them a life of happiness in another country, planning everything out so it would seem as though he truly loved and cared for them when he didn't.

"I'm just saying we find The Chemelon, take care of business and leave," Felix whispered as they made their way through to the kitchen when they saw him. A loud laugh spread through the air that physically sent shivers down their spines, watching as he left out of the kitchen door and down the back garden.

"Follow him," They said in unison as they headed out of the same door, keeping their heads down as they tried to see what it was he was doing.

Stepping out onto the back porch you took in a long deep breath of the cold air, it felt nice to have it circulating through you instead of the stuffy air from inside. Mina had begged you to stay once she caught you trying to leave, making you promise her that you wouldn't go anywhere until she found Farara who had run off leaving her in charge of the party. In your mind, he was out fucking someone else since he seemed like a player but you weren't about to tell one of your best friends that.

The longer you stood there the more you wanted to go home but as you looked down at the end of the garden you frowned. Inside the small shed, there was a flashing light coming through the window and you could have sworn you heard someone grunting.

"I swear to god if this is Farara I'll murder him," You mumbled to yourself as you began to walk towards the building. All you were going to do was look through the window, if it was him you'd find Mina and tell her. If it wasn't him you'd just act as though you hadn't seen anything but the closer you got the more uneasy you began to grow. Something inside of you was telling you to turn back but you weren't about to let your friend get cheated on by some good for nothing low-life.

"Tell us what you're planning and maybe we'll let you off easy," Felix whispered in Farara's ear from behind him. They'd followed him out and found him packing up a suitcase which meant the bombing was sooner than expected from him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," The boy stuttered as he stared between the two men in front of him, both of them had guns on display to intimidate him into speaking. As if being strapped into a chair with garden rope wasn't scary enough for him.

"Look, we know who you are. Just tell us where the bomb is," As soon as the word bomb left Minho's mouth he heard a gasp and branch snap from outside the shed. His eyes met with Felix and he nodded over to the side door where Felix could easily get out without being seen.

Stepping back from the building you tried to move out of the way but ended up backing into someone who pushed you back to the window. Forcing you to stare through it as the man inside shot Farara in the chair he was strapped to. There was no sound from the gun you just saw a blur before Farara dropped forward, lifeless in the chair as blood pooled from the small entrance wound in his head. A small scream was building up in your throat but before you could say a word a hand was covering your mouth and you were ushered into the shed.

"Clean up to Agents 322 and 366," The man who had killed Farara said down a small earpiece looking over at you with a small smirk on his face,

"What a curious little kitten," Felix purred in your ear as he ran his fingers up and down your cheek making you shiver,

“Curiosity Killed The Cat you know,” Minho chuckled as he looked over at you from his phone.

"I'll ask you once, and only once." Minho lowered himself to your level, looking you in the eyes.

"Do you know who he's working with? Your friend maybe? Could she have known what he was planning?" Bile rose up in your throat as you watched the blood pooling onto the floor, running along to Mino's shoes as he stood there.

"Mina. S-She wouldn't have know...I don't think," You looked back at Minho, the gut feeling inside of you seemed to subside as you looked at him and Felix who was now standing in front of you.

"You don't seem scared that we just killed your friend?" Felix questioned looking from the body and back to you, your eyes get dancing to and from Farara, half expecting him to jump up and have this be some kind of joke.

"A friend? I didn't know him and he did nothing but belittle me...What was it you said about a bomb?" Curiosity began to build in Minho as he watched you, there wasn't even an ounce of fear towards them from you.

"Have you heard of the Chameleon?" The realization hit you as you stared at Farara.

"He fits the MO." You mumbled shocking Felix who just seemed to stare at you in disbelief.

"You're training to be in the forces?" Minho asked as he laid a garden sheet over the body, your eyes staring back at him this time.

"My father was an FBI agent, I know some things...I know you're not FBI." A smirk plastered across Felix's lips as he watched you and Minho interacting the way you were. It was the first time he'd ever seen Minho act so casually with someone in months, not to mention he seemed laid back.

"How do you know that?" Felix quizzed looking over at you as he folded his arms over his chest.

"For starters, neither of you have a badge otherwise you would have shown me by now, your guns aren't standard issue for agents...So you're hitmen...That or random psychopaths." Minho blinked at you before standing up straight when he heard a knock on the door.

"Clean up crew," Minho pulled the door open and ushered you out with Felix on your other side.

"Do you need help with her?" A female voice asked as you turned your whole body to see a female staring at you.

"No thanks, you go and clean up. We'll take her home." Your eyes shot up to the one with the deep voice, Felix, and you frowned.

"We'll make sure you get home safe," Minho added when he could see how confused you were.

Leading you over to their car you stared at it, it was the same car that had been following you earlier.

"You followed me here," The back door opened and you crawled inside, looking around at all of the empty food packets.

"Ignore the mess, we were on a stakeout," Felix chuckled as he got into the front passenger seat and glanced back at you.

"I'm Felix and this is Minho," He shook your hand and you felt a spark ignite inside of you. The way his hand fit around yours made you shiver a little,

"Look at that, someone liked your touch Lix." Your eyes shot to Minho started up the car and smirked at you through the small review mirror.

"Give us your address kitten," The small nickname made you clench your thighs as you could feel an aerosol building. After giving them your dorm address you began trying to pull yourself back together, you'd just watch them kill someone and yet you were getting wet at the thought of them calling you kitten. It didn't help that they were insanely attractive, Felix's muscles could be seen through the thin white shirt he was wearing and Minho's ass looked like he worked out an awful lot. You blinked, ignoring the growing wetness that was pooling between your legs.

"Look at that, we haven't said one suggestive comment and you're squeezing your little thighs together," Minho chuckled as he reached a red light, turning to look at you from the front seat and licking his lips at the sight of you. Completely innocent and sitting there rubbing your legs together as if that was going to give you any kind of satisfaction that you were desperately craving.

"My guess is she's going to go home and touch herself to the thought of us," Minho teased as he began to drive once again, watching Felix as he turned to look at you. His eyes locking with you as he reached behind to rub your knee softly.

"I mean she doesn't have to think of us, we could do it for you princess." The car stopped outside your dorm but you made no attempt to move as the car was shut off.

"Would you like that?" Minho questioned turning his body to look at you. The need to press your thighs together built up but Felix kept them apart, licking his lips as he waited for you to answer the question. A finger trailed up and down your knee and you shuddered,

"Yes! Yes...Yes, I would like that," You spoke loudly as you stared at both of them, the two exchanged a smirk with one another before climbing out of the car and holding your door open.

"Then who are we to let a pretty little kitten go home needy," Felix growled in your ear, holding your arm as you all walked in the direction of your dorm room.

Neither of them wasted time when they got into your room, attaching their lips to either side of your neck as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. You could already feel each of them smirking against your skin, Felix's hands around your waist while Minho kept his on your breasts, massaging them softly with his hands whenever you would whimper.

"Here we thought you were the good girl," Minho whispered making you jerk away from him,

"I'm not. I'm sick of people saying that to me," You spat at him your eyes locking with his as he tilted his head to the side, a smug look on his face.

"Prove it to me," Without another word you pushed him down onto your bed sinking to your knees in front of him. You pulled down the jeans he was wearing discarding them behind you, forgetting about Felix behind you until he laid down on the floor.

"Up," He ordered, you rose to your knees and he slid under you so his breath was right against your core.

"Looks pretty," He whispered referencing the bright pink thong you had worn under your dress that night,

"But it needs to go." One snapping sound later and you felt a cool breeze on your core,

"Dripping wet Minho, you should see her." A finger began to trace along your folds making your hips jolt forward,

"So wet, pretty and-" A small kiss was placed on your clit and your eyes widened,

"Tastes define." Felix moaned out in a deep voice, you whimpered looking at Minho.

"The confidence seems to have faded from you kitten," You ignored him pulling his cock free from his boxer and smirking at the length. He was larger than you expected but you slowly pumped him in one hand, looking up at him smugly as he jerked. Minho shifted a little, leaning back against the bed letting his elbow prop him up. Running your fingers over the indent under the head of his cock your smirk grew wider as he moaned out.

"Good girl," He breathed out as your tongue began to caress him, swirling around the head of his cock before you took him into your warm mouth pumping your head back and forth while your other hand rested on his thigh.

"My turn," Felix whispered pulling you to sit down on his face as you let out a moan around Minho's cock who seemed to moan out in pleasure. Hollowing out your cheeks you ran your tongue over the indent you'd found earlier and he cried out gripping onto the sheets around him.

"Oh shit!" You moaned out as you could feel Felix's tongue running through your folds while he worked two fingers in and out of you, curling them up to meet your g-spot making you cry out again.

Minho thrust up into your mouth as you took him back, moving your head faster this time setting his whole body aflame. Each thrust of your head caused his whole body to stiffen and he looked at you, holding your face as he began to thrust a little more. You smirked around him nodding at him to let him know it was okay and he slowly began to thrust into your mouth.

"S-Shit she likes that Hyung, clenching around my tongue." Felix chuckled as he continued to eat you out aggressively as you rode his face, your hips bucking little by little as you felt an orgasm beginning to build up inside of you. Minho thrust up once more before his whole body shook and he let out a moan of your name, cumming into your mouth as he rolled his head back. You swallowed every last drop and focused on the pleasure Felix was giving to you, gripping onto the bed as you rocked your hips in time with his licks.

"So pretty when your face contorts like that," Minho chuckled as he began kissing you softly, holding your neck in his hand lightly as he forced you to look at him,

"Do you like this? Two strangers fucking you?" You nodded as you let out a choked moan, pulsating around Felix's fingers as he continued to thrust them into you at a rough pace.

"Cumming!" You screamed out as your hips continued to buck as your orgasm ripped through you, your legs shaking as you tried to stay upright on your knees instead of falling to the floor the way you wanted to.

"Y/n?" Felix whispered as he pulled himself into a sitting position, watching you as you ripped your dress off from your body, you were ready and you needed one of them inside of you. Now.

Lips met yours over and over again as Minho pulled you up onto the bed, sitting back against the headboard as you straddled his lap. Kissing him wherever you could, lips, neck, collarbone, anywhere you could get your lips on him. Felix sat behind you naked, his cock pressed against your ass as you let out a whine.

"Still so wet," Felix chuckled as he teased your entrance with two fingers, meanwhile Minho had worked his fingers down to your clit circling slowly.

"Holy fuck," You breathed out as your head fell forward to rest on top of Minho's. Your brain was in a fog as they continued to tease you with their fingers until Felix sank two inside of you and Minho applied the pressure that made you cry out pushing your hips back into Felix.

A third finger was added and your whole body felt as though it was on fire, your fingernails dug into Minho's arms as you cried out a mixture of both of their names.

"Someone is ready for us," Minho chuckled as they removed their fingers making you whimper at the sudden lack of touch from either of them. Felix moved to the edge of the bed and sat in the same position Minho had before.

"On the floor kitten," He whispered as you got onto your knees in front of him, this time Minho sat behind you with his cock at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing.

"You sure?" You ignored the stupid question as you sank down onto Minho's cock crying out as you adjusted to the size of him.

"That..Oh shit...That's a yes Felix," Minho moaned out as he held onto your thighs, grunting at the tight feeling as you wrapped around his cock. Smirking to yourself you looked up at Felix, taking him into your mouth and began to bob your head as you had done with Minho. The two men moaning out in pleasure as you controlled them, moving your hips up and down at a slow pace just to torture Minho that little bit more.

"Fuck," Minho's hands gripped onto your waist and he thrust up harder and faster into you, his breathing jagged as he moaned out your name. Felix's cock twitched into your mouth as you began to roll your tongue around the head of his cock, reaching your hand down between your thighs to circle your clit.

Fire was beginning to build in your stomach with both moans from men titling you over the edge.

"Just like that," Felix cried out as you moved your head in time with Minho's fast thrust. The room filled with wet sounds and slapping skin as you cried out around Felix's length. Felix's hand rested on your cheek as he began to thrust into your mouth, grunting as he came down your throat holding you around him until his hips stopped jerking.

"M-Minho! I-I’m cumming! I-I’m cumming!" You screamed out as he continued his sinfully fast thrusts until he came into you touching you deeply as your head rolled back against his chest. Clenching onto anything you could get your hands on, screaming out his name. Cumming around him as you pulsated in pure bliss, your whole body felt as though it was shaking.

Minho smirked as you slept in his shirt, they'd managed to clean you up with a warm wet cloth and got you into bed.

"Poor thing must be exhausted," He smirked running his fingers over your face as your frowned in deep slumber.

"That was a nice reward though for finishing our job," Felix laughed as he looked at your body, you were curled up in a small clutching onto the sheets and he smiled.

"We should get going, paperwork to report and all that," Minho mumbled grabbing a hoodie from your wardrobe as he turned to leave.

The morning you woke up images of what had happened flashed before you and if it hadn't been for the achiness between your thighs. You would have thought it a dream and yet, you were laying there in a shirt that wasn't yours and a note beside your bed,

Until next time Curious Kitten x

Written at the bottom of the note were two numbers with the boy's initials by the side of them, you clutched the note against your chest as you laid back. Enjoying the memories of the night before.

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